"City Lord, you can take charge of this mission after all." Mo Yanwu spoke up just as Mo Yantian was speculating.
Hearing this, a flicker of joy flashed in Mo Yantian's eyes, but he feigned reluctance. "Master, that wouldn't be right. After all, the two ancestors entrusted this matter to you."
"A mere Martial Artist at the Eighth Layer of the Elemental Realm. Is he even worth my time? The two ancestors want me to focus on refining the pills, so that's that." With an impatient expression, Mo Yanwu flicked his sleeve, opened the door, and left.
"Take care, Master," Mo Yantian called out respectfully from behind.
The moment Mo Yanwu's figure vanished, Mo Yantian abruptly slammed his palm down, obliterating a nearby nanmu-wood table into fine powder.
'That Mo Yanwu is unbelievably arrogant.'
'He just fobbed off someone he deemed unworthy of his own attention. He clearly doesn't respect me at all.'
