"I, Shen Moce, have lived for nearly a hundred years, only to realize today that there are always people better than oneself and skies beyond one's own. I audaciously uttered arrogant words previously and was disrespectful to Master Mu; I am truly ashamed beyond measure." Shen Moce was a man of pride yet humility, and as he recalled his earlier disregard for the two hand formations of Mu Hanyan, his old face flushed as if burned, bowing to Mu Hanyan in gratitude.
"Master Shen, there's no need for such words. I was merely lucky. Master Shen is erudite and skilled, truly far above Han Yan." Mu Hanyan was not one to hold grudges. Seeing Shen Moce voluntarily apologizing, she naturally wouldn't make him feel uncomfortable.
