After explaining the whole chain of events, the middle-aged Daoist glared at Zhuang Haoyun in the distance. "Was there anything I said that wronged you?"
"You didn't wrong me," Zhuang Haoyun said frankly, admitting it without hesitation.
But he had his own side to tell. "Daoist Master Ma, I had no other choice. I repeatedly stressed to your Celestial Master that I only wanted to borrow it for a look, and the price was negotiable. But he refused, so I had no choice but to resort to this."
Daoist Master Ma grew even angrier. "He refused, so you stole it? If the Green Mountain Sect lent you something, that would be a favor. If we didn't, that would be our right... Is there anyone in this world who forces a sale like you do?"
At that, he looked at Feng Jun. "Benefactor, do you think what he did was right?"
Before Feng Jun could speak, Zhuang Haoyun spoke up.
His face cold, he said, "This concerns my son's life. You had to lend it whether you wanted to or not... Asking nicely didn't work, and even letting you name the price didn't work. So I could only borrow it by force."
Daoist Master Ma actually knew the circumstances. Hearing that, he sneered. "No one could cure your son, and even the Ancestral Tablet couldn't help him... Benefactor Zhuang, I understand how you feel, but I still have to say this: don't let yourself be deceived."
"Deceived?" Zhuang Haoyun sneered, then pulled out his phone and made a call. "Son, get out and walk a couple of steps!"
Although he had not been at Luohua Manor these past few days, he made several calls every day and knew Zhuang Zesheng's condition better than anyone.
That was precisely why he had resolved