"You go too."
Mo Chen wanted to make a few more excuses, but when he met those indifferent black eyes, he swallowed nervously. "Yes, Grandmaster!"
He walked out of Ten Thousand Woods, looking back every few steps.
Seeing his pathetic display, Bai Ye wanted to kick him.
This grand-disciple was a fucking coward. He had coasted through the entire fight, never going anywhere remotely dangerous.
In truth, Mo Chen's reasoning was simple. In his mind, his grandmaster was unquestionably invincible and would surely defeat the Qilin Marshal, but there was no telling how many people would die in the process.
So he had kept hiding. They would win either way, so why should he take any risks?
Mo Chen steeled himself and walked into the center of the battlefield. Lu Chen suddenly looked at him and said mildly, "Oh, it's my martial nephew Mo."
Mo Chen's expression changed at once. He instinctively glanced back at Bai Ye, then shouted angrily at Lu Chen, "Lu Chen, you master-betraying, ancestor-disgracing bas-"
"Hmm?" Lu Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and gave a soft hum.
Mo Chen trembled with fright and hurriedly changed tack, putting on a fierce front. "Don't act so familiar. I don't want Grandmaster getting the wrong idea."
After speaking, he felt that he had sounded a little too meek. Afraid of offending his grandmaster, he hastily added another line.
"If my teacher were still alive, he would never let you get away with this!"
Lu Chen chuckled and shook his head. "Utterly stupid. Du Jingzhe made you his vessel, and you don't even know it."
Mo Chen froze, then his expression changed drastically. "What vessel!? What do you mean!?"
Lu Chen ignored him and merely signaled Azure Dragon with his eyes.
ROOOAR!!
The enormous black dragon immediately swooped toward them.