"Ah...this..." The Mu Daoist stood dumbfounded, his hand holding the gift suspended in mid-air. His eyes flickered, and his face grew even more embarrassed.
He remembered that he indeed had spoken words of blessing before, but were those words, spoken eerily as they were, not similar to his current situation?
Was this Brother Chen mocking him, or had he already forgiven him?
He really couldn't tell from the way things were going.
While he was mulling over this, Chen Dengming was already cordially interacting with Li Yue and others with a smile. His attitude was affable, his words modest, without arrogance or impatience.
Despite advancing to the Foundation Establishment stage and leaping from being a nephew to a fellow martial brother of the Foundation Establishment cultivators, he did not act conceited in his speech. He seemed very accommodating, giving due respect to his fellow Foundation Establishment cultivators.
