Looking at the crying woman, Wang Ling was passive. He did not show any hate at her for what she had done, he was simply, silent.
This woman rushed into this room carrying a sword, she aimed for Leo, but Wang Ling got in between. He could have stopped her sword, avoid any bloodshed, but instead, he softened his body and simply allowed her to wave the sword.
Blood was drawn, the woman collapsed in horror upon realizing what she was doing and Wang Ling now bled without care. He looked at her and even asked if she was happy with what she had just done.
"MASTER!" Leo and Jiru were quick on their feet, wanting to assist Wang Ling, but both of them were stopped.
"Do not move, I am having a conversation with a grieving mother." Wang Ling looked straight in the eyes of the woman, at his question. His eyes held no resentment which freaked out the mother.