"Junior Sister Mo Li also has doubts and pleads for Master's guidance," Su Bei said.
He naturally could not comprehend the profound Sword Scripture. His heart was in turmoil, yet his expression remained calm. His mind spun wildly, considering his strategy.
Blabbering nonsense was out of the question. Even though they would regard his babble as the reverent words of 'Anz Ur Gong,' weaving endless speculative illusions, Su Bei, being a man of high virtue, did not wish to mislead the youth!
However—seeing the pair pressuring him, he looked at the characters on Sword Four.
Oh heavens, I am guilty, he sighed inwardly.
Then, eyeing the splatters on the copybook, he gently extended his index finger and pointed at it. He happened to point right at the ink mark and then at the two disciples, with an air of profound significance, before folding his hands behind his back.
