After being slapped verbally again and again, Second Elder Mu finally showed his true colors and glared at Taoist Mu Qing with a gloomy face and resentful eyes.
"Huh, think about the family?"
Taoist Mu Qing looked at Second Elder Mu with an unfriendly gaze as if he had heard a joke.
"Back then, when you slandered my only disciple and wanted to kill him, why didn't you think about me? If my disciple wasn't so fortunate back then and I didn't go back early, your scheme would probably have succeeded! Now that my disciple has finally recovered and found a powerful alchemist wife, you want to poach them again? Do you still want your dignity? Your old pride must have long been fed to the dogs!" Taoist Mu Qing said angrily as he banged the solid wooden coffee table loudly.
From the way he slammed the table, it was as though he treated the coffee table as the Second Elder Mu and wanted to slap him to death.
