Hearing Yan Chong's sinister words, Mu Cheng couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
However, in the end, he clenched his teeth and said, "Saint Child, concerning the father and son of the Qian family, not telling you about Zhu Fei at the outset, they indeed were at fault."
"But who could have predicted that Zhu Fei would be a practitioner of ancient martial arts? If I hadn't seen with my own eyes his confrontation with my master, I probably wouldn't have believed it myself."
Upon saying this, Mu Cheng did not wait for Yan Chong's rebuttal; he continued straightaway,
"You, Saint Child, surely must deeply hate Zhu Fei by now. If we are to trouble Zhu Fei again, we will definitely need information about him. Thus, the father and son of the Qian family are still somewhat useful right now."
"Heh, after all said and done, the reasons you give to absolve the father and son of the Qian family merely revolve around their ability to gather information about Zhu Fei."
