Marquis Mo's face twisted when he heard Lin Hao. He felt a coppery sweetness rise in his throat and nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.
'Just before the two ancestors left, they sent me a voice transmission telling me to rescue Yunxi at any cost,' he thought. 'How could they possibly have said anything about giving her to Lin Hao as a maidservant?'
'Besides, Yunxi's constitution is one in ten thousand—the Beast Taming King Physique, one of the twenty-four King Physiques. Who the hell does Lin Hao think he is?!'
"Who the hell do you think you are? You're not worthy!" Marquis Mo roared, overcome with rage.
Lin Hao had already retreated to the edge of the Cangyun Battlefield. He wasn't angered by the outburst. Instead, he reached out, stroked Yunxi's hair, and asked with a smile, "Am I really not worthy?"
His tone was mild, but paired with his action, it sent a jolt of terror through Marquis Mo.
