Mo Luo, draped in a crimson cloak, hung his hands at his sides. Sensing the aura radiating from the Fire Phoenix in the sky, approval showed clearly in his eyes.
"Well? My Chief Disciple has some skill, doesn't she?"
Mo Luo looked toward Tang Xinlian within that crimson torrent, where she cut a valiant figure. The corner of his mouth lifted, and a trace of pride seeped into his tone.
Beside him, Mu Zi looked ahead, nodded lightly, and said,
"Xinlian Girl's aptitude is astonishing. She is a rare genius."
In the vast majority of armies, the soldiers' strength was lower than that of the War Array Master themselves, which made them easier to control. Yet among the elders of the Flame God Hall, there was no lack of experts whose strength surpassed Tang Xinlian's, while the authority remained in the latter's hands. To be capable of such a thing was probably as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns even in the Great Thousand World.
Thus, Mu Zi's praise came from the heart and was not exaggerated in the slightest.
"Haha." Mo Luo laughed heartily, then teased, "If you were a man, you could make a pair with Xinlian. With her ability, she'd be able to help you quite a bit, haha!"
Hearing this, Mu Zi glanced at Mo Luo indifferently and grumbled inwardly.
If I remember correctly, in the original work, he said this to Lin Dong too. This fellow Mo Luo really likes selling off his own disciple.
Seeing Mu Zi's cold expression, Mo Luo's laughter stalled. A hint of embarrassment appeared on his rough face as he realized his joke had gone a little too far.
"There are still some matters in the Flame God Hall that I must handle. I will take my leave first,