"Junior Master Uncle!"
Su Wenbo was like Monkey Sun seeing the Tathagata Buddha, his earlier arrogance suddenly extinguished.
He stamred out a call, his tone both reverent and slightly aggrieved.
Junior Master Uncle, he was being bullied.
A swindler and a brat, they, they actually—
"Caused trouble again?"
Junior Master Uncle slowly approached, dressed in simple casual clothes, not deliberately wearing traditional Chinese attire like Su Qing, but he exuded a uniquely Hua Country gentlemanliness, gentle and refined.
He appeared to be around thirty, with fine features and a clear, refreshing aura.
He wasn’t dressed peculiarly, but he still shone the brightest in a crowd.
It wasn’t just his good looks, mainly it was a certain feeling.
Junior Master Uncle emanated a gentle, noble air from deep within.
And from his every gesture and action, it was clear he was very cultured.
Junior Master Uncle saw the blood on Su Wenbo’s face, but did not show the slightest disturbance, his gentle eyes filled with concern and a hint of helplessness.
He first made sure that Su Wenbo had no other wounds apart from the bloody gash on his forehead, then he breathed a sigh of relief.
He took out a plain handkerchief and handed it to Su Wenbo, gently saying, "Clean yourself up."
After saying this, he nodded toward Su Qing, then turned to look at He Qingfeng and his family of three.
He Qingfeng unconsciously stepped back two steps.
After stepping back, He Qingfeng then realized, why do I feel guilty and retreat?
The young man before him, only a few years younger than himself, wasn’t putting on a confrontational stance. On the contrary, his expression maintained a gentle smile.
Even though He Qingfeng secretly suspected he was putting on an act, he had to admit, the man’s appearance was genuinely appealing.
He Qingfeng, being sowhat reliant on his looks himself, had cultivated a refined and transcendent aura through diligent practice.
However, compared to Junior Master Uncle, He Qingfeng felt like sothing was missing.
The other seed naturally graceful, while he seed sowhat artificially crafted.
He Qingfeng: ...just, just really annoying.
Hmph, looking good and having a good temperant is not everything.
I, Master He am not bad myself.
"Sir, I apologize, my young relative is spoiled by our family, sharp-tongued and ill-tempered, and has offended you!"
While He Qingfeng was assessing Junior Master Uncle, Junior Master Uncle was also observing He Qingfeng.
His cultivation was far superior to Su Qing’s, and without needing to probe verbally, just one glance allowed Junior Master Uncle to ascertain: this person who seed like a Taoist had not cultivated any spiritual power.
This man is just an ordinary person!
Realizing this, Junior Master Uncle then turned to glance at Su Wenbo.
He was still as gentle, but Su Wenbo understood the implication.
Junior Master Uncle was reproaching him for using magic against ordinary people.
Su Wenbo: ...I, I!
Seeing Junior Master Uncle, he was like an enraged Big Dog who had been smoothed down, losing all his fury.
His reason also completely returned, realizing he had almost caused trouble.
Indeed, as a mber of the Mystical Sect, a reserve talent for the Ergency Office, how could he use magic to attack mortals?!
"Junior Master Uncle, I was wrong!"
It was truly an instance of one thing subduing another; the normally arrogant and brash Su Wenbo instantly turned submissive in front of Junior Master Uncle.
Without Junior Master Uncle even saying much, just one look and Su Wenbo promptly apologized.
And awkwardly, he went up to He Qingfeng, clenched his teeth, and awkwardly bowed: "I’m sorry, I was wrong earlier!"
He Qingfeng was not a petty man; his earlier ’dig’ at a bloodied Su Wenbo wasn’t out of schadenfreude or malice, but a retort to protect his beloved daughter.
If Su Wenbo had not targeted He Tiantian, even if he continued to indirectly insult He Qingfeng by calling him a swindler, He Qingfeng wouldn’t truly be angry.
Because it was true.
He Qingfeng, compelled by the need to make a living, had to bow to reality, yet still he held onto the moral bottom line his master had set for him.
He deceived others by pretending to be a ghost, but he didn’t deceive himself into thinking he was faultless.
He Qingfeng could also endure others’ scolding, but not when his family was dragged into it.
Especially his treasured daughter, He Qingfeng’s Achilles’ heel, that no one should touch.
Now that Su Wenbo apologized sincerely, He Qingfeng was not about to hold a grudge.
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