The two from Ancient Water Village were desperately running in circles, and although Yun Hao appeared to be just a child, he was pressing Zhang Shuying so hard that it was clear he was no pushover.
Who would dare to provoke him?
In their desperation, the middle-aged man knelt down, incessantly kowtowing to Yun Hao, "Please, your Excellency, lift your noble hand, your feud with Master Zhang can wait... my son... doesn't have much time left…"
"Exactly, you look so respectable, you must be a good person, please help," the white-haired old man also pleaded, trembling.
Yun Hao coldly disregarded the two of them as if they were nothing, "What does this have to do with me."
"Yun Hao, maybe I should follow Zhang Shuying for now, and you don't need to conflict with him temporarily." I was also compelled to compromise.
Beyond pity for the suffering victim of Ancient Water Village, lingering here didn't seem likely to offer any progress.
