He did not know how long had passed before a commotion suddenly sounded outside. He heard an extremely familiar voice roaring, “Bullshit! Since when has our Qingfeng Sword Sect produced unorthodox evil? In fact, the way I see it, you peach-red and willow-green old demons are the ones who don’t look like decent people!”

The scene before Cao Weining’s eyes brightened as the door to the shack he was held in was opened. A group of people walked in; squinting, Cao Weining peered over with his wretched appearance and discovered that the one raging within the group was none other than his shishu Mo Huaikong. Instantly, Cao Weining thought, Oh no, my shishu is going to hit the roof.

Mo Huaikong had already hit the roof--in the instant he saw Cao Weining, he growled in fury. Snapping his sleeve, he shoved Green Willow Grandpa and made him fall on his ass without the slightest bit of respect for the elderly. Enraged, Peach Red Grandma screeched, “Mo Huaikong, you lunatic, what are you doing?!”

Mo Huaikong did not beat around the bush either. In front of everyone else, he roared back at her, “That is my shizhi! If he has done anything evil, my Sect Leader shixiong will naturally cleanse our sect of him. Do we require you two old demons to uselessly screech at us about what we should do?”

Internally, Cao Weining could not resist the silent cry of “Well said!”, thinking that even though his shishu had a terrible temper, he ultimately still sided with him. However, Mo Huaikong’s next sentence was, “Before you beat the dog, you still have to check who its owner is!”

At once, Cao Weining cried silent tears of dejection in his heart.

Out of the blue, Feng Xiaofeng yelped, and yanked over the Gaoshan slave, whose eyes had been bandaged. Pointing to Mo Huaikong, he accused, “What a good Qingfeng Sword Sect. Why don’t you ask what good things your good shizhi has done? It’s the little female demon that was with him who harmed A-Shan’s eyes with poison, if I can’t capture that little female demon, I will rip the eyes out of this little rascal Cao!”

Mo Huaikong was just about to speak, but someone off to the side humphed. “A little girl, executing such a vicious technique right off the bat--obviously, she’s a little female demon. Why would Young Hero Cao mingle with this sort of shady woman? I would like to be enlightened on this matter.”

This made Mo Huaikong swallow the words that he had just been about to utter. Mo Huaikong shot a venomous gaze at Cao Weining, and the latter opened his mouth to pathetically call, “Shishu.”

Mo Huaikong fumed, “Who’s your shishu?” He stepped forward, grabbed Cao Weining’s collar, and said coldly, “Who was the person with you that they mention? Speak!”