Wu Liu and the others looked embarrassed and shot Wu Zheng vicious glares.
You loose-tongued brat! We told you to befriend Lin Mo, not side with an outsider and slap your great-aunt in the face in public! Have you no respect for your elders?
"Leave the soul searches to us old folk."
Wu Pingdao waved Wu Liu aside and slowly walked up to Lin Mo, his expression kindly. "Young friend Lin, your blood and vitality have only just recovered. There is no need to expend them again this time."
"As for the test... we truly had no choice. Please do not take offense, young friend Lin. With your intelligence, I am sure you can understand our predicament."
Lin Mo twisted his wrist, gently slipping free of Wu Ying's grasp. The wound where he had just cut the vein in his wrist had already healed completely.
He cupped his hands slightly toward Wu Pingdao and said softly, "You can paint a dragon or a tiger, but painting its bones is hard; you can know a person's face without knowing their heart. It was only right for you seniors to test my character."
He spoke with utmost sincerity, which only made Wu Liu and the others more embarrassed.
Over the past two weeks and more, everyone had witnessed Lin Mo's actions, while the Eight Great Households had always held something back. The contrast between them was plain.
They had acted out of caution, but this test of his character had indeed been rather disheartening. Even these old folk felt inferior to the breadth of mind and generosity Lin Mo had displayed.
Judging a gentleman's heart by a petty man's measure-did that not describe them perfectly?
Naturally, the Eight Great Households were extremely satisfied with the result of the test. They could find