At that moment, the blue-robed cultivator suddenly stopped in his tracks, forcing himself to calm down.
Then, with extreme sincerity in his tone, he shouted to Lin Tianhu who was pursuing him, "Fellow Daoist, I am Yuan Shuo!"
"The incident just now was all a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding!"
Upon hearing these words, Lin Tianhu finally stopped walking, yet the distance between them was merely a hundred meters, and he could launch an attack to take Yuan's life at any moment.
At that time, Lin Tianhu let out a cold laugh, his face flashing with a hint of ruthlessness.
"Misunderstanding?"
"Daoist Yuan only speaks of misunderstandings now, but when you saw I was injured and harbored malicious intentions, why didn't you mention misunderstandings then?"
Embarrassed by these sarcastic words, Yuan Shuo hurriedly responded with a forced smile.
"What you say is true, I was possessed by folly and had ill intentions!"
