"Uh... you've offended Si Wenji, and I'm just an ordinary Proxy Traveler, trembling with fear all day long. How can I afford to provoke someone like her? I should be avoiding you, not giving gifts to you. Wouldn't that be slapping her face?"
Mo feigned innocence.
"Who is Si Wenji?"
Ignoring the safety harness on his body, Mo shuffled his plump flesh closer to Li Yan with a face full of instigation, "The wife of the Feather Lord, the deadly enemy of Taishuai."
Li Yan silently took note of the name. Despite Mo implying he was of low status both in what he said and what he left unsaid, Li Yan didn't see it that way. It was probably true that Mo didn't want to get involved in the messy affairs, but the claim that he couldn't provoke Si Wenji seemed suspect.
Whether willingly or not, being involved in the hunt for Taishuai was proof of one's abilities. Taishuai had said that Mo was holding back, not that he wasn't qualified to fight.
