Don't be fooled by Mu Hanyan's status as a Tenth Rank Swordsman, whom he could squash with a flick of his fingers. Yet, Pang Dezong couldn't kill, dare not scold, nor scare him. In short, Pang Dezong truly experienced the frustration of having to bow his head beneath the eaves.
Seeing Pang Dezong's constipated expression, Mu Hanyan almost laughed out loud. You dare to show off in front of this lady? Now you know what's up, don't you?
"What's there to discuss? For such a tiny benefit, you expect me to sell my conscience? No way," Mu Hanyan said with an air of righteousness.
If it had been anyone else hearing this, their headache would probably worsen, but Pang Dezong sensed something and his heart stirred slightly.
"How about this, I'll add another Hundred Flowers Jade Dew Pill—what do you think?" Pang Dezong asked tentatively.
Zhengying Academy really does have deep pockets, Mu Hanyan thought to herself again.
