"Tsk, tsk. So even you get scared, kid?"
Long Xiaoyao clicked his tongue in amusement, clearly entertained by Chen Ping's attempt to clean up after showing off.
"I'm not afraid of losing face. Since I can accept a win, I can accept a loss. I lost this ringful of materials to you, and I'll own up to it. If someone asks me to do something, they naturally have to be prepared for the possibility that I might fail."
"But I don't care whether you tell anyone what happened today, either. Weren't you acting so cocky, kid? You're only at level forty-something, yet every faction already has its eyes on you, their precious prize. I'd like to see what sort of life you'll lead from now on."
At that, Long Xiaoyao revealed a sly smile, immediately bringing several bean-sized beads of sweat to Chen Ping's forehead.
Damn it, no wonder Long Xiaoyao's martial soul was the Dark Holy Dragon. This old bastard's heart was fucking black! He wouldn't even give Mu En any face.
Fortunately, Chen Ping had already prepared for this outcome. He calmly extended a hand and said, "Elder Long, why don't we step aside for a chat first? Who knows? You might change your mind afterward."
Long Xiaoyao had no idea where Chen Ping found the confidence to be so certain that he could make a Limit Douluo keep his lips sealed for a mere Soul Ancestor like him.
Yet the sight of Chen Ping's assured expression made Long Xiaoyao hesitate. Only after giving Chen Ping a long, searching look did he say, "You'd better not be making a fool of me, kid. Otherwise, even if you are Mu En's disciple, I'll give you a memory you'll never forget."
Soon, Long Xiaoyao and Chen Ping moved to another