Yan Mo raised an eyebrow, "Brother Mu, what will it take for you to forgive me?"
Mu Yang's sharp eyes flashed with a hint of killing intent, "Yan Mo, thirty years ago, I saved you with good intentions, but you wounded me without a word. How can I forgive such ungrateful behavior?"
"What?"
Yan Mo asked incredulously.
"That battle on Tai Mountain back then, it was I who saved you."
"Who else?" Mu Yang retorted.
"Brother Mu, I was so muddle-headed. Why didn't you explain to me at that time?" Yan Mo's eyes grew moist.
"Hmph."
"You were furious then. What good would it have done to explain?" Mu Yang said coldly, his hands clasped behind his back.
Yan Mo turned his gaze to Yan Rufeng, "Rufeng, didn't you say you could repair your grandpa's damaged Dantian?"
