"Young Master, please forgive me. I made such a huge mistake on my very first mission and even had to trouble you to come rescue us personally." The moment Baxia saw Mo Lin approach, he immediately begged forgiveness for failing his first mission.
"Facing that kind of old monster, even I would have had no solution a few years ago. This doesn't count as a failure, so there's no need to blame yourself." Mo Lin had no intention of holding anyone accountable for an accident he himself could never have anticipated.
After all, Baxia was the first Dragon Son Mo Lin had encountered, and he had called him Young Master the moment they met. Mo Lin thought highly of him.
Moreover, this failure had not caused any actual losses or injuries, so there was no need to dwell on it too much.
Mo Lin then quickly checked the condition of Baxia and the Holy Hall Orca Clan. Although there were many sea soul beasts, with Mo Lin's current abilities, inspecting them was no more than a glance.
Somewhat surprisingly, practically everyone was fine—or rather, every last one of them was lively and well.
But on further thought, if Colossus, with over nine hundred thousand years of cultivation, had truly attacked, then even if he were only playing around, Baxia would have been the only survivor.
Therefore, the Holy Hall Orca Clan probably had not even entertained the thought of resisting Colossus.
After asking around, Mo Lin confirmed that this was indeed the case. Even Baxia, who had exchanged blows with him, had long since recovered thanks to the Dragon Clan's powerful regenerative ability. Every sea soul beast here had merely been cowed by the "tyrannical might" of Colossus, the Abyssal Megalodon.
Since everyone was all right, Mo Lin gave his