"Little Friend Mo, though young, has not only comprehended the Sword Intent but also defeated Jian Yi, the foremost of the Seven Swords of Heavenly Martial. Such talent indeed deserves pride."
Shi Jie was dressed in a gray long robe, his hair and beard both white. At this moment, he looked towards Mo Wangchen. Although his words were filled with praise for Mo Wangchen, his gaze also carried an extreme arrogance.
As one of the three great Holy Masters of Eastern Desolate, Shi Jie had been long seated in a position of power, almost parallel to the four great Saint Masters of the present age. His arrogance was well-justified. Not to mention a rising star like Mo Wangchen, even the Saint Master Yunxi in front of him had to show him some respect.
Yet Mo Wangchen, upon seeing him, uttered not a word and only made a perfunctory hand gesture of salutation, which Shi Jie interpreted as disrespect.
