At the peak of her youth, with a graceful figure, even though she was now disheveled and distressed, her delicate frame still evoked longing. However, her face was covered by a veil, obscuring most of it.,As they spoke, another palm strike came. Mo Wu struggled to dodge. But the man grabbed her hair and pulled her up, slamming her head against a nearby rock.,The Continent of Shengyuan, the country of Daliang, the Mohist school, Mu Baichuan... And also, myself who was betrayed by my family and ended up being killed, Mo Wu!。