The middle-aged Taoist finished speaking about these causes and effects and glared at Zhuang Haoyun not far away, "Have I wronged you with what I've said?"
"You haven't wronged me," Zhuang Haoyun admitted frankly.
But he had something to say himself, "Daoist Ma, Mr. Zhuang was also compelled by circumstances. I emphasized repeatedly to your Heavenly Master that I only wanted to borrow and take a look, and we could negotiate the price. Alas, he refused me, leaving me no choice but to use this last resort."
Daoist Ma grew even more incensed, "He refused you, and so you should steal? If my Maoshan Sect agrees to lend something to you, it's a favor. If we don't, it's our right... Is there anyone who forces buying and selling like you do in this world?"
At this point, he looked at Feng Jun, "Donor, do you think what he's done is right?"
Before Feng Jun had a chance to speak, Zhuang Haoyun chimed in.
