At that moment, Old Mo, supported by two soldiers at his side, trembled as he rose to his feet.
He shook off their support, then bent both knees toward Jiang Bei, about to kneel!
"Old Mo!" Jiang Bei's expression changed drastically. In a single stride, he rushed before Old Mo and supported his arms with both hands. "What do you mean by this? You're truly putting this junior to shame!"
Tears filled Old Mo's aged eyes, and his entire body shook with emotion. "Jiang... Jiang Bei! This old man's wretched life was snatched back from that hell of certain death because you risked your own life! Great kindness needs no words of thanks, but you... you must accept this bow! Otherwise, this old man's heart will never know peace, and I will have failed Heaven and Earth!"
"Absolutely not!"
Jiang Bei shook his head. "Old Mo! You saved my master, which means you bestowed upon me, Jiang Bei, the grace of rebirth! I have always been clear-cut in gratitude and grudges! For hatred, blood must be repaid with blood; for kindness, life must be repaid with life! What's more, even without that debt of gratitude, you have healed the sick and aided the world. You are a venerable senior of great virtue in the Tianyao Alliance, the lifesaving Buddha to us all! How could I, Jiang Bei, stand by with folded arms? The one who deserves to be hacked into a thousand pieces is that dog Shen Zhiqin. What does it have to do with you?"
Upon hearing this, Old Mo's murky tears finally rolled down his face, while a warm current surged through his heart.
He no longer insisted on kneeling. Instead, he tightly gripped Jiang Bei's arm in return and nodded heavily. Everything that needed saying was left