"Master Jin, surely you aren't afraid of a greenhorn like me who's studied weapon forging for less than a year?" Seeing Jin Mu cast a pleading look at Jian Qianxiong, Ye Zhen chuckled.
"Master Jin, it's fine if you're afraid. Just admit defeat, apologize for insulting me, and pay some medicine money to Steward Wang here for having his face beaten to pulp. Then this matter will be over," Ye Zhen said.
Jin Mu's expression abruptly changed. If he did that, it would be no different from losing. Never mind remaining in the Sun Moon Divine Cult—even if he left it, he likely would not be able to get by anywhere.
That would be a lifelong disgrace.
Yet what disappointed Jin Mu was that Cult Master Jian Qianxiong had his eyes lowered, looking as though he had fallen asleep. He clearly had no intention of seeing or involving himself in the matter.
Jin Mu himself was to blame for being far too arrogant in his usual conduct. Whenever the Divine Cult assigned him a weapon-forging task, he would always pick and choose, and the materials he demanded were often several times the normal wastage.
For instance, when forging a Low-grade Spirit Weapon, he could successfully forge one with three to five sets of materials. Yet the Divine Cult would often have to prepare far more materials before he was willing to begin.
As for the excess, it basically went straight into his own pocket!
And how could anyone investigate?
They were merely losses from failed forging attempts!
If anyone dared send people to watch him forge, he would dare to fail every single attempt!
Thus, dissatisfied as he was, Jian Qianxiong could only turn a blind eye to this difficult Master Jin.
That was why he adopted such an attitude