"Don't pretend this doesn't concern you," Deng Mingchao said coldly.
"Heh..." Mu Qiaozhi chuckled. Her athletic frame, like that of a leopardess, moved closer one step at a time.
"You look angry?"
"Why shouldn't I be angry? I'm facing a traitor..." Deng Mingchao's face twisted in a sneer, but he was cut off before he could finish his sentence.
"Betrayed what?" Mu Qiaozhi laughed. "Honestly, Junior Brother Deng, isn't your way of thinking a little laughable? Qingfeng Temple opens its doors to teach Martial Arts. We pay our money, we learn a skill. It's just External Martial Arts, something you can learn anywhere. The rich do it for exercise, the poor do it to get by. Are you telling me you actually intend to practice this for the rest of your life?"
"..." Deng Mingchao opened his mouth to speak, but for a moment, he couldn't find the words to argue back.
