Dongfang Jun scratched his head. "Hmm, still figuring it out, are you? Well, we'll put that aside for now. But when the time comes, you absolutely can't forget about this old man!"
As he spoke, the old man wrung his hands, his face contorting in agony. His eyes turned bloodshot, and he looked as if he bore some deep, bitter grievance.
It made Shen Lang wonder if he'd done something truly unforgivable to him.
Dongfang Jun rubbed his hands together again and said, "That palm strike of yours just now was far too powerful. If it had hit the Thunder Dragon, that kid Lin Bucai would have been crippled, if not killed. You're not going to blame me for disrupting your attack, are you?"
"Um... we don't have any major grudges here. It's better to be merciful when you can, wouldn't you agree?"
The people around them were stunned once again.
'The Elder Ancestor's tone... not only did it lack the slightest hint of a command, but it sounded like he was outright begging!'
