"So you chose to escape, to evade responsibility by simply going into seclusion and pretending to be ignorant?..." Wang Xiaoqiang sneered at Mozaren.
Seeing Wang Xiaoqiang had guessed his intentions, Mozaren felt both panicked and embarrassed, and he lay prostrate on the ground, stammering, "Little servant is cowardly, little servant deserves to die! Please punish me, Master."
"Punish you...? Hmph, if I wanted to punish you, you would have died five years ago, and wouldn't be kneeling here talking to me now..." Wang Xiaoqiang snorted coldly.
Mozaren said, "Yes, yes, Master is magnanimous, Master is as vast as the seas, Master can fit a boat in his belly..."
Wang Xiaoqiang interrupted with a cold laugh, "Hmph, Mozaren, in these years your cultivation hasn't advanced much, but your flattery skills have grown indeed."
Mozaren lay prostrate on the ground, not daring to lift his head, nor dare he make a sound.
"Did you mention my name to that Sacred Shaman?" Wang Xiaoqiang asked.
