388 Mouthful of Blood

Furthermore, even though Zhu Qingyue was the one to offer his assistance in the first place, he did not seem all that eager or willing to share the information he claimed he had. He would have done so by now if he retained that desire.

"Senior Zhu, please," Mo Cheng bent down to his knees and kowtowed before Zhu Qingyue with a hefty measure of reluctance, head bowed and hands cupped into fists before him, "I beg of you, please lend us a hand!"

From his still crouched position, Zhu Qingyue hummed silently. He stared down at Mo Cheng with a frosty golden gaze. 

It was painfully obvious that he was enjoying Mo Cheng's moment of humility, and was watching with an aloof, mostly blank expression on his face as the disciple's shoulders began to shake involuntarily with his suppressed but growing rage.