"I'm telling you, stop acting, will you? With acting like that, you couldn't even win a Hundred Flowers Award back on Earth."
Jiang Siming was too lazy to keep watching his painfully awkward performance, so he simply exposed him.
"Earth? Hundred Flowers Award?" Dao Xuan was utterly confused, but fortunately, he understood the gist. How had this brat figured out that he was acting?
"Ahem." Dao Xuan awkwardly rose from the stone bed, cleared his throat, and said, "Well, the weather is pretty nice today."
"It's the middle of the damn night. Can you stop messing around?" Jiang Siming cut him off again.
Dao Xuan angrily got straight to the point. "In any case, there's no denying that I'm seriously injured, right? If you hadn't provoked the Moon Concealment Sect, how would Sect Master Yun Meng have beaten me this badly? I haven't made the slightest progress in five years, and my cultivation is about to fall back down."
Dao Xuan was practically on the verge of crying about how hard his life was.
Jiang Siming rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "A sect master is just a brick in the sect, moved wherever needed, right? This is your duty. If you hadn't held her back, your sect would be gone."
"Hey! Listen to yourself! Is that something a human would say?" Dao Xuan's eyes reddened and his neck bulged. He nearly rolled up his sleeves and punched Jiang Siming.
"All right, all right. Consider me indebted to you. Thanks for stepping in. Is that good enough?"
Jiang Siming stopped joking around with him. He was afraid that this six-hundred-year-old man wouldn't be able to take a joke and would get so angry that he dropped dead. That would be a serious problem.
"Hmph! That's more like it.