Facing the words of Crescent Moon Sage, who called the old man a 'no-good master', he didn't dare to utter a word. He could imagine the old man's cultivation level without even thinking – virtually unbeatable; his master's uncle must also possess extraordinary skills.
Even Elder Zhu and the others wouldn't dare address him in such a manner; truly daring indeed.
"Kid, don't look so shocked," Crescent Moon Sage, watching his grand-nephew's expression, grumbled and said: "In this world, other than me, no one dares to call him a no-good master."
Upon hearing this, Ling Tianyu could only shrug helplessly, said nothing, and calmly continued drinking his tea. This was his senior brothers' matter, a minor junior like him had no place to comment.
Crescent Moon Sage was in a particularly sour mood now; he was supposed to be enjoying his peace, but alas, he had to mentor this young man.
