"You… you want to drive me to my grave!" Murong De's eyes turned rounded as he lamented in grieve.
A glint of guilt flashed past Li Moying's eyes but he didn't show any signs of backing down or changing his mind as he stood there firmly with a resolute tone.
"Master, this matter is my wrong. If the Sect were to suffer any losses because I was not able to attend the tournament, then I'm willing to bear all the responsibility! But… I must leave now because I cannot let my woman face danger alone! I'm extremely sorry!"
Saying that, his fist was placed in the other hand as he paid his respects to Murong De.
Immediately after, he turned and walked out of the mountain's main door.
"Stand right there!"
Murong De never expected that the face of a Master was actually not useful at all. In front of him, Li Moying only said a few sentences to explain and immediately prepared to leave.
