Chu Mo originally thought that the person bothering Shen Xingxue would be a young scum like Li Zhu. When he arrived, he found that standing in Shen Xingxue's way was a man in his seventies or eighties.
The expression on Shen Xingxue's face didn't seem to indicate any humiliation.
Chu Mo felt somewhat embarrassed, thinking to himself, how could Zhou Jun be so unreliable this time? But then he figured that this many people gathered here to watch the spectacle meant that something was undoubtedly happening.
Chu Mo then asked Shen Xingxue, "What's going on?"
Upon seeing Chu Mo, Shen Xingxue felt a sense of relief. She softly said, "This senior wants to take me as his disciple and insists...that he takes me away now and I don't agree…"
At this point, the old man with drooping eyelids on the other side of Shen Xingxue lifted his head. A look of contempt flashed in his somewhat muddy eyes as he glanced at Chu Mo, "Kid, what relation do you have with this girl?"
