The four people in the cave dwelling were far from friendly. Now that they were angrily rebuking him, it was obvious that they deeply rejected and greatly resented Yang Chen's moving into their cave dwelling.
Mo Wen Feng had clearly anticipated this. For a time, he smiled ingratiatingly and coaxed them with both soft and hard words before finally placating the other three.
Yet there was still one cultivator surnamed Lu who was clearly quite displeased. No matter how many kind words Mo Wen Feng spoke, his attitude showed no improvement.
"Absurd! Daoist Mo, this cave dwelling belongs to the five of us. You made the decision on your own and brought someone here. Did you ask for the opinions of the other four? Do you even hold the four of us in your eyes?" The man surnamed Lu stroked his handlebar mustache, his attitude incomparably cold.
Mo Wen Feng frowned upon hearing this. He had not expected the other man to be so aggressive, but since he had brought Yang Chen here, he naturally had to speak all the more politely.
"Daoist Lu Tao, I have already brought him here. Please be accommodating," Mo Wen Feng said.
Lu Tao gave a muffled snort. "Ridiculous. You brought him here, and since you never asked our opinions, why should we care about saving you face? Either take him away, or Daoist Mo can leave with him as well."
Mo Wen Feng's expression turned cold. How could he possibly be pleased? Yet when he considered that if he truly fell out with them over this matter, he would be the one in the wrong.
He could only move his lips slightly. For a moment, it was unknown what he transmitted privately to Lu Tao.
After hearing the voice transmission, Lu Tao's expression