"It's not that I won't, it's that I don't even know where my master is."
Mo Lang swallowed the kidney in his mouth, took another sip of wine, and continued, "The old man comes and goes without a trace, wandering all over. He only appears when I break through.
Besides, he doesn't like dealing with people, so Sect Master Ning, don't think too much about it."
What a joke.
His master was the system.
Why the hell would he show it to him?
"Hehe, I was being presumptuous. My apologies."
Ning Fengzhi raised his cup and drank one as punishment, smiling as he said, "Being able to meet an unparalleled genius like Brother Mo is already an honor for Ning."
Whether what Mo Lang said was true or not, Ning Fengzhi would not continue asking.
Still, no one had expected the dignified sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to lower himself so much.
He praised, even flattered, a teenager like Mo Lang.
But everyone present was shrewd. They knew that even if Mo Lang was not a Titled Douluo, the strength he had displayed just now, along with that elusive master, was enough for people to treat him as one.
That was the importance of strength and backing!
"You flatter me, Sect Master Ning."
Mo Lang smiled and, for once, kept a low profile.
There was no helping it.
As the saying went, you didn't slap a smiling face. The other party had already lowered his stance so much, so it would not be right for him to make things difficult.
Besides, he knew his own strength.
Being able to withstand Sword Douluo's strongest strike, Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, did not mean he could fight Sword Douluo head-on.
Just blocking that one attack had consumed