Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 645: 645 Taking Out Anger on Her

Thinking back to the recent events, Dai Songling was so ashamed his old face turned beet red, he wished he could just find a hole to crawl into and hide.

Yet, bound by his duties, he could not flee. He had to force himself to bear the shame and try to look as if nothing had happened.

”You should clean the moss off your face first,” Mo Yanhong said irritably.

Even if his own strength wasn’t much to speak of, he had the discerning eye to see that Mu Hanyan’s recent palm strike wasn’t very powerful. With Dai Songling’s strength, he could have easily slapped Mu Hanyan to death before being injured, but for some unknown reason, this old fool had been so frightened that he scrambled away in a panic, causing himself to take several nasty tumbles.

Mo Yanhong even began to doubt whether this old man’s supposed abilities were all just hot air.

Seeing Mo Yanhong’s disdain and doubt, Dai Songling wiped his face. It took considerable effort for his normally composed face to regain its color, now flushed yet again, his mind churning with frustration: With your level of strength, of course you can’t feel how terrifying Mu Hanyan’s gathering of Heaven and Earth Power was. Wasn’t I just afraid something might happen to you? Why blame me for this?

Though he felt indignant inside, he had no way to argue. Such things could only be personally experienced once one’s strength reached a certain realm; even if he tried to explain, Mo Yanhong might not believe him and might even think he was making excuses.

”Ha ha ha ha, and here I thought we had some formidable expert. Turns out he’s just a pewter rod coated in silver — good-looking but useless,” someone in the crowd couldn’t help but burst into loud laughter after hearing Mo Yanhong’s words and seeing the mud and moss on Dai Songling’s face.

”I’ve long felt that this old guy was all show and no substance, a mere bluffer who lacks true skill.”

”And how exactly did he attain his Sword Master strength? Couldn’t he have just used some Elixir to temporarily enhance his cultivation for the sake of bluffing?”

”Isn’t that obvious? Would someone with the strength of the Sword Master Realm get so scared? And to think someone like him was actually appointed as a steward, it seems the Mo Family is also nothing but an empty shell,” others jeered.

After initially witnessing Dai Songling’s imposing entrance, demonstrating the strength of the Sword Master Realm, the spectators naturally held him in awe. But after seeing how he was cowed by Mu Hanyan, they began to doubt his abilities and couldn’t resist mocking him.

Hearing their ridicule, Dai Songling’s face alternated between shades of red and pale, and Mo Yanhong’s gaze towards him turned even more unfriendly.

While mocking Dai Songling, these people had dragged the Mo Family into it as well, the key point being that their speculation echoed Mo Yanhong’s own thoughts.

This old man, could he really have used some temporary cultivation-boosting Elixir to climb up to the position of steward? He’s got some nerve, to even deceive the Mo Family!

Noticing the deepening suspicion in Mo Yanhong’s eyes, Dai Songling was so frustrated he nearly cursed out loud: I’m a bona fide Sword Master, how could my strength come from some temporary boost by an Elixir? Are you foolish, or do you think your father is as foolish as you? Of course, these were just curses in his mind, which he couldn’t dare to voice out loud.

Mu Hanyan, it’s all because of this Mu Hanyan. If not for him, how could I have lost so much face, be ridiculed so much, and even have Mo Yanhong doubt me! It’s one thing for others to mock and doubt, but if even Mo Yanhong doesn’t believe in him, how could he stand in the Mo Family anymore?

The more Dai Songling thought about it, the angrier he got, a nameless rage boiling inside him, directing all his anger towards Mu Hanyan.

No, he had to prove his strength and reclaim his dignity. Dai Songling silently resolved.