Back in the room, the two elders looked at Mo Jian as if they were looking at a monster.
"Elders, is there something on my face?" Mo Jian wore a light grin.
He could understand the two elders, but his skin was too thick to feel any shame for his shameless actions.
Elder Bai Delan opened his mouth, but the words failed to come out. He sighed and shook his head.
This was the first time he had seen a hot-blooded youth who was not swayed by people's thoughts and provocations.
Opposite him, Elder Luo Zhen was equally shocked.
Mo Jian's unorthodox way of handling the situation left them speechless.
Perhaps many would think he was a coward, but they knew better.
With his current realm, why would he fear those below him? Yet, he chose to win them over through words.
In the cultivation world, strength reigns supreme. Yet, he was not using the so-called strength to overwhelm his enemies.
"You're strange and interesting," Elder Luo Zhen said with a bittersweet smile.
