Mei Yunhe's face went pale as ash.
He shot forward like a flash, nearly tripping over himself as he rushed between Mo Yichen and Bai Zihan, forcing out a panicked smile.
"Y-Young Master Bai! Please, forgive this rudeness! T-this young man is… is Mo Yichen! A close friend to our clan—a benefactor, even! He once saved our disciples from a demonic beast raid! I don't know why he's acting out like this!"
He turned to Mo Yichen with gritted teeth, his voice lowered but still tense.
"Mo Yichen! Stop this madness at once! How dare you show disrespect to the esteemed Young Master of the Bai Clan?"
Mo Yichen flinched, caught off guard by Mei Yunhe's words.
He'd always been treated with respect—he'd even helped the Mei Clan more than once, and right now, he was still trying to help them.
So why was Mei Yunhe talking like this?
Then it hit him—it had to be because of Bai Zihan. The fear in Mei Yunhe's eyes… he wasn't angry, he was scared.
