"Well, heh heh." I tossed the Vein-Pattern Sword around in my hand like a juggler, waiting for Old Man Mo to make his move. In any case, I would first tear down his platform before worrying about anything else. When Old Man Mo saw my carefree expression, he immediately gave a dry cough and said, "Forget it. Let's put this sword contest on hold for now. I haven't even asked why Sect Master Xia came to find me. What if it's urgent? Wouldn't that delay your important business, Sect Master Xia?"
When Mo Chan saw that his wild father had no intention of teaching me a lesson, he immediately grew anxious. "Father, you said that everything must be answered in kind, and nothing should go unanswered. Just now, you used the Point-Shattering Strike and lost a move to Sect Master Xia..."
"What did you say?!" Old Man Mo instantly flew into a rage. He had never expected his son to undermine him so blatantly. Still, this was hardly surprising. Mo Chan was anxious too. He knew he could not beat me, and now that his wild father had finally taken an interest, how could he not provoke him into helping avenge him? Besides, even if he angered his wild father, surely the old man would not replace his cauldron servant, would he? But if he did not teach me a lesson, he could not swallow this grudge over Qu Jiao!
"Father..." Mo Chan had indeed gone all out, but when he saw Old Man Mo's expression, he was so frightened that he could not even lift his head.
"Get lost! Do I need you yapping here? Sect Master Xia has pressing business. What the hell is there to compete over?" Old Man Mo snorted angrily and tossed the Thunder-Splitting Sword