The young boy was slapped, and somewhat dissatisfied, he pouted and muttered:
"I wasn't wrong..."
"That person, who knows what kind of dog luck he walked into, luckily..."
The boy's words were unfinished when he felt a sharp gaze staring intensely at him, and he immediately shut his mouth.
The middle-aged man riding the magical artifact of auspicious clouds noticed Shen Chongming's gaze turning towards them after stopping the boy.
Fearing the other party would be angered by his son's and disciple's conversation, the middle-aged man steered the clouds closer, cupped his hands and said: "Fellow Daoist, forgive us, my son and disciple have no filter..."
Shen Chongming was momentarily stunned, then waved his hand: "No problem."
Truth be told, he hadn't really heard what those two little guys were saying, he just noticed their frequent glances his way, realizing they might be discussing him.
