As a Mahayana cultivator who had lived for over ten thousand years, Mist Moon Palace Master naturally understood such a simple principle.
She wasn't so clueless that, after suffering so much and trampling her dignity into the dirt, she didn't even know whom she was apologizing to!
Was it the Feathering Sect?
Wrong!
Their strength was far beneath hers. What right did a sect like that have to make her submit?
To put it bluntly, if she hadn't been wary of the mysterious expert behind them, Mist Moon Palace Master was confident she could single-handedly flatten the entire Feathering Sect with ease.
And kill every cultivator in it.
Of course, for now, that could only remain a thought.
She had to earn the forgiveness of that great being.
Head bowed, eyes lowered.
She didn't dare show the slightest disobedience.
Mist Moon Palace Master had made up her mind.
Since she had already trampled her dignity into the dirt and thrown away her pride, she was determined to achieve her goal with this apology.
No matter what, she had to obtain the other party's understanding.
What if they refused to forgive her?
Then she would remain kneeling forever.
So, no matter how Master Green Feather tried to persuade her, her answer was always the same: "I am guilty. I dare not rise."
In the end, Master Green Feather was at a loss.
He wasn't a fool. Of course he could tell that, though she spoke humbly, she wasn't saying those words to him at all!
In other words, had he been reduced to a mere backdrop?
Master Green Feather didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
For a moment, he had no idea what to do.
He had never experienced anything like this before. Who could have imagined that the proud