"Was that really true?"
Leng Zhijian narrowed his eyes slightly and looked toward Mu Si the Immortal Child.
"No..." Mu Si the Immortal Child had still wanted to argue, but when he saw the cold look in Leng Zhijian's eyes, he shuddered and burst into tears. "It really was true..."
"Hmph!" Misty Dragon Lord snorted coldly.
Looking at the tearful Mu Si the Immortal Child, Leng Zhijian shook his head. "It was only a little wine. Was that really necessary?"
"Huh?" Mu Si the Immortal Child froze.
Leng Zhijian ignored Mu Si the Immortal Child. Instead, he glanced at Misty Dragon Lord, then at Li Zhōujūn, and asked with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Li, my Daoist attendant just said that you're Misty Dragon Lord's backer. Do you really know him?"
"Li Mou does indeed have some connection with him," Li Zhōujūn said with a smile.
"I see. Might I ask the Azure Emperor to do this old man a favor and let the matter go?" Leng Zhijian asked with a smile.
"Of course." Li Zhōujūn nodded.
Seeing this, Leng Zhijian looked at Mu Si the Immortal Child. "Why aren't you apologizing to the Dragon Lord?"
Though Mu Si the Immortal Child was unwilling, he had no choice but to say to Misty Dragon Lord, "I'm sorry."
"It's fine!" Misty Dragon Lord immediately felt much better, though he still said, "This old man was also at fault."
At that moment, Misty Dragon Lord naturally took advantage of the chance to climb down from the donkey and had no intention of pursuing the matter further.
After all, Mu Si the Immortal Child was Leng Zhijian's man. The fact that Leng Zhijian had made him apologize was already quite good.
Of course, Misty Dragon Lord also knew that he had escaped disaster only