Thinking back to the recent events, Dai Songling was so ashamed his old face turned beet red, he wished he could just find a hole to crawl into and hide.
Yet, bound by his duties, he could not flee. He had to force himself to bear the shame and try to look as if nothing had happened.
"You should clean the moss off your face first," Mo Yanhong said irritably.
Even if his own strength wasn't much to speak of, he had the discerning eye to see that Mu Hanyan's recent palm strike wasn't very powerful. With Dai Songling's strength, he could have easily slapped Mu Hanyan to death before being injured, but for some unknown reason, this old fool had been so frightened that he scrambled away in a panic, causing himself to take several nasty tumbles.
Mo Yanhong even began to doubt whether this old man's supposed abilities were all just hot air.
