He had no idea what was inside before, but judging from Mozi's tone, it seemed like something extraordinary was sealed inside.

As soon as he finished speaking, the wooden box was suddenly flung open, and a cloud of black smoke roared out.

"Damn you! How dare you deceive me! Once I regain my strength, I will tear you to pieces!"

As Mo Hun rushed out of the carriage, he cursed loudly.

The head of the Yin-Yang School was tricked; it's shameful to even think about it.

But as soon as he reached the top of the sedan chair, a powerful force spread out, blocking his progress and preventing him from escaping the carriage.

Mozi's eyes darkened slightly. "Fortunately, I had set up an array on the carriage in advance, just in case."

The black mist kept swirling and colliding inside the carriage, but it could not break through the formation and kept rushing forward.

Kong Jia examined the black mist and asked, "What exactly is this thing?"

He could tell from just the aura that it was an extremely evil being.

The Grand Master frowned. "This is a remnant of Mo Hun's soul. We absolutely cannot let him escape!"

Mozi's expression was also very solemn. "If we let him escape, we will have made a mess of things. At that time, we may anger His Majesty, and the consequences will be unimaginable."

The thought that the Mo family might be blamed by Ying Zheng because of this made him panic.

Upon hearing this, Kong Jia's expression changed slightly, "Ink Soul?"

The news of the Yin-Yang School's annihilation has spread widely. If news were to spread now that Mo Hun is still alive, the impact on the Great Qin Dynasty would be self-evident.

He quickly realized the seriousness of the problem and looked at the black mist, saying, "Don't move."

Mo Hun angrily retorted, "Do you think I'm stupid! If I don't move, I'll be caught by you!"

After speaking, he frantically began to reassemble, the surrounding yin energy raging, but he was still unable to break through the formation.

Kong Jia's face darkened. "I am the head of the Confucian school and would never do such a shameless thing. You should calm down."

Mo Hun was taken aback. "Confucianism?"

Putting aside everything else, Confucianism has a well-known reputation, and Kong Jia has always treated people with courtesy, which is known throughout the world.

Kong Jia continued, "You must know that the Confucian school has never been optimistic about the Great Qin. To some extent, we are still on the same side, so you don't need to panic so much."

Mo Hun snorted coldly, "Forget it! That's what the Mo family said back then!"

Kong Jia's eyes darkened. "I swear on the honor of Confucianism that I want to have a proper discussion with you."

Mo Hun hesitated slightly. "What are we discussing?"

Kong Jia said, "Since it's a united front, it can only be about things related to the Qin Dynasty, but you should stop now."

The black mist swirled around, appearing very hesitant. "The reputation of Confucianism is not to be trifled with. Don't try to fool me, old man."

Kong Jia looked at the black mist and said solemnly, "That's for sure."

After a moment, Mo Hun finally stopped. "What did you want to say?"

Kong Jia's gaze was calm. "I have a way for you to take revenge. Do you want it?"

Mo Hun was taken aback. "Really?"

Kong Jia beckoned to the black mist, "Come closer, I'll let you see for yourself."

The black mist hesitated and dared not approach.

He was aware that Kong Jia, the head of the Confucian school, was highly accomplished, so he naturally took some precautions.

Seeing this, Kong Jia continued to wave, "Come here. I swear on the honor of Confucianism that I will never lie to you."

Only after Kong Jia had spoken to this extent did the black mist slowly approach.

He approached Kong Jia, who then spread out his hands and shouted, "Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon!"