Chapter 5657: Suppressing Your Anger, Part 1
The group of cultivators behind the Western Overlord were all filled with righteous indignation, glaring angrily at everyone.
These people were simply shameless! Such a large herb area, and they'd harvested it completely clean, not leaving a single speck for anyone else.
How could anyone possibly accept this?
He Weiping and the others exchanged glances, then quietly gathered closer to Young Master Mo and Madam Mo.
The Western Overlord led a group of over a hundred people, all standing opposite them on the lawn, glaring menacingly.
In a sacred training ground like this, everything was decided by brute force.
It was entirely possible that if the Western Overlord got angry, he and his group would rush forward, forcing them to hand over the herbs they had just collected.
He Weiping, Zhang Jing, and the other cultivators were all vigilantly watching the Western Overlord and the group he brought.
The Western Overlord gave the Eastern Overlord a forced smile. "Brother Dongfang, this is a bit out of line, wouldn't you say?"
Before the Eastern Overlord could speak, a childish voice piped up.
"What's there to be embarrassed about? First come, first served; that's the rule of training. You guys can be as envious, jealous, and hateful as you want, but there's nothing you can do. After all, who told you to be half a beat late and fall behind others?"
The Western Overlord's face turned completely dark. He barked, "Who spoke? Step forward!"
Little Mo Bao hugged his daddy's neck and indignantly cried, "Daddy, he's scolding little Tuanzi!"
Mo Lian raised a hand, and a powerful surge of sacred energy swept across.
The Western Overlord, startled, quickly dodged to the side.
However, it was too late. He was struck on the shoulder by a formidable surge of sacred energy, performing two aerial flips to dissipate the force.
Even so, his body couldn't help but tremble, and he retreated a dozen steps backward.
The Eastern Overlord's eyes flickered slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Brother Xifang, why are you always so impatient?"
"Such impatience doesn't help matters." The Eastern Overlord stood with his hands behind his back, casting a disdainful glance at the Western Overlord.
"A bet is a bet, and training is the same. I think what Young Friend Mo said is absolutely right. Since you arrived late, it's inevitable that the good stuff would be taken by others."
The Western Overlord's entire face was a dark flush, his fists clenched tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hands, showing just how terrible his mood was at that moment.
However, what could he do now?
Staying here would only lead to more insults, and he couldn't do anything else.
He couldn't defeat the powerful Young Master Mo, and the Eastern Overlord, that cunning old fox, had actually found Young Master Mo as his backing right from the start. It was truly infuriating.
"Let's go." The Western Overlord flicked his sleeve and turned to leave.
But the Eastern Overlord couldn't help but speak, smiling, "Brother Xifang, how did you get here? Have you experienced the Nine Palace Illusory Formation?"
The Western Overlord was now unwilling to exchange even half a word of nonsense with the Eastern Overlord. Hearing this, he just sneered, "What's it to you?"
"Just curious to ask." The Eastern Overlord said with a smile, "Brother Xifang, if you don't want to say, that's fine too."
The Western Overlord was seething with anger and had no desire to waste any more words with the Eastern Overlord here.
Just as he was about to leave, a charming laugh drifted over. "Oh my, Brother Xifang has arrived too! Brother Dongfang, everyone's here."
The Western Overlord's face grew even darker.
He didn't even need to turn around to know who had arrived.