"Wuya, what are you talking about?"

"Still silent!"

"How could you speak like this to your Uncle Ye?"

"Why don't you apologize quickly!"

The sword master snapped.

Mo Wuya just wiped his tears and turned his head without saying a word.

The sword master was helpless when he saw this.

"Okay, you go back first."

"Thank you for your hard work today."

Seeing Mo Wuya's aggrieved look, the sword master suddenly felt distressed.

So I stopped blaming him and asked him to leave.

"Old Nie, Wuya also worked hard, why do you say so about him?"

"I know, you think that for him to be granted a title by a powerful country and beg for help just for a few spots would be an insult to the reputation of the Martial Arts Temple and the majesty of the title holder."

"But times have changed."

"These days are different."

"No matter how powerful we warriors are, we will never be able to fly into outer space."

�If you want to survive now, you can only place your hope on those scientific and technological workers.�

"They are our only hope to save our lives."

"Now all countries around the world are developing the voyage industry at all costs."

"Even us warriors are participating as auxiliary forces."

"During this period, all parties are competing with each other, hoping to allocate more places."

"Wuya, as a member of the Martial God Temple, is one of the leaders of Yanxia Martial Arts. He helps us Yanxia warriors fight for our interests. What's wrong with this?"

"He sacrificed his own face, ignored his own majesty, and humbled himself for me, the warriors of Yanxia. Isn't this even more valuable?"

"How can you blame him?"

"Today, you were really impulsive." JrNovels.com