“I don’t want these fifty places anymore. I’ll take them back.”
“Let’s all die together!”
“Be buried with this earth together.”
“Die together in this doomsday!”
Mo Wuya roared with red eyes.
“Wuya, what are you talking about?”
“Still silent!”
“How could you speak like this to your Uncle Ye?”
“Why don’t you apologize quickly!”
The sword master snapped.
Mo Wuya just wiped his tears and turned his head without saying a word.
The sword master was helpless when he saw this.
“Okay, you go back first.”
“Thank you for your hard work today.”
Seeing Mo Wuya’s aggrieved look, the sword master suddenly felt distressed.
So I stopped blaming him and asked him to leave.
“Old Nie, Wuya also worked hard, why do you say so about him?”
“I know, you think that for him to be granted a title by a powerful country and beg for help just for a few spots would be an insult to the reputation of the Martial Arts Temple and the majesty of the title holder.”
“But times have changed.”
“These days are different.”