Zheng Ming had recognized the newcomer as none other than Uncle Master Zhang. It appeared that although he claimed to be indifferent to Zheng Ming's affairs, his timely arrival suggested that he had been keeping a close eye on the matters of Changtian Peak.
"Humph, Ma Jinghong, your gesture of greeting, the elderly dare not accept, daring to strike out at the Sect Master, what exactly do you wish to do?" The robust elder didn't look towards Zheng Ming, but instead barked sternly.
The man known as Ma Jinghong now had sweat streaming down his face. He stuttered, "I did not know he was the Sect Master, it was out of urgency that I acted… acted so rashly."
"I implore Elder Brother not to hold it against me, given my unintentional fault."
Ma Jinghong was so cautious in his speech, not so much because of Zheng Ming's status as Sect Master, but out of fear for the robust elder.
