Meng De gained the upper hand in the argument, and Li Banfeng sensed a change in the Technique.
The old man continued to reason patiently, actually managing to make sense. "Whether she's a Wounded Demon Fiend or not, that woman was going to harm your master. I saved your master's life, so this contribution must count."
Meng De was rendered speechless once more, while Li Banfeng's right leg, which had just relaxed, began to move out of his control again.
"Is there anything else to say?" the old man raised the Short Knife once more.
Li Banfeng asked, "How do you know that woman meant to harm me?"
The old man replied, "She provoked you with wanton words without any cause; naturally, she harbors malicious intentions!"
Meng De caught the loophole. "That's not necessarily true. Maybe the woman took a fancy to my master and truly desired to throw herself into his embrace!"
The old man shook his head. "Such an explanation is truly preposterous!"
