Other Cultivators, hearing what Mo Huasong had said, hurriedly shook their heads and spoke, "Master Batian, please don't misunderstand, we have no objections. It's only him who has an issue. His opinion has nothing to do with us."
Mo Huasong looked at the Cultivator who had just spoken and said with a cold laugh, "If that's the case, then he doesn't need to follow me anymore. He can leave now."
"No, I have the right to be here; I won't leave," the man who had deliberately criticized Mo Huasong panicked, turning his head to look at the crowd beside him as if searching for someone.
Unfortunately, Mo Huasong didn't notice his actions and assumed he was looking for an ally to help him out.
But at that moment, no one dared to offend Mo Huasong for fear of being killed themselves.
Seeing that no one paid him any attention, the man hastily pleaded with Mo Huasong, "Master Batian, I was wrong. Please don't kill me."
