"Damn it, this old man is furious!"
"This old man is truly furious!"
Outside the Forest of Miracles, Mei Suren clenched his folding fan and strode forward.
He frowned and stared into the distant sky, sensing the surging Holy Emperor power coming from afar. His words were scolding, yet his tone carried deep concern as well:
"Who did Xu Xiaoshou learn this from? Spouting such wild nonsense without a shred of shame—if word gets out, won't it tarnish this old man's reputation?"
"He is only a child, unable to tell right from wrong. Who dared teach him such things?"
"And how could such a little child so rashly accept the immense power of a Holy Emperor?"
"Does he truly not value his life, or was someone forcing him to do it?"
Mei Suren cast a sidelong glare at Ba Zunan. The more he spoke, the angrier he became. He stamped on a tree stump, and with a bang, wood chips exploded outward.
He angrily pointed his folding fan at the void. "Don't let this old man catch him, or I'll definitely give him a proper lesson!"
Ba Zunan watched his nose, and his nose watched his heart, originally intending to remain silent.
But when he saw the stump that had been crushed beneath that stomp, he could only sigh and say helplessly, "No one taught him that. I've only met him a few times myself."
"Did this old man say it was you?" Mei Suren whirled around furiously. "If no one taught him, are there really people born knowing everything?"
"Perhaps?" Knowing a tiger was enraged, Ba Zunan did not stroke its whiskers. He avoided meeting the old gentleman's anger head-on; he still respected his elder.
"He'd better truly have been born knowing it. Don't let this old man find