Luo Guan forced a bitter smile. "I believe you. But please, out of consideration for a veteran who has defended the battlefield for a hundred years, allow me to explain."
Zhuo Feiming remained silent, merely lowering the tip of her spear slightly.
Luo Guan kept his hands raised, his body bent.
"Lord Honglian, Gao must have been led astray. The kid hasn't even been a Martial Saint for ten years, and he doesn't understand the stakes. And he's… not very bright. He was definitely fooled."
"You know me. I've been like a teacher and a friend to Gao on his path. His heart is in the right place; he just got a big head after becoming a Martial Saint. I'm grateful you've taught him a lesson today."
At this, his expression turned serious, and he said gravely, "I promise you, I will investigate the full story of this matter. Within three months, I will give you an answer. I beg of you!"
Then, Luo Guan turned and cursed at Gao Yang, "You son of a bitch, get over here and apologize!"
