"Senior Ye!"
Shen Mobei clasped his fist; it was perfectly reasonable for a man in his fifties to address someone in his seventies as a senior.
"What matter do you have, speak up!"
Ye Qianzhong knitted his brows, revealing a hint of impatience.
He had a premonition that Shen Mobei stepping up at this moment most likely meant he intended to meddle. Otherwise, he could have just stood aside. With Qin Yu's current condition, he could deal with him in two or three moves at most.
"You are a highly esteemed master in Jianghu, while Qin Yu is merely a junior. After enduring so many consecutive brutal battles, he has barely a tenth of his strength left. If you were to fight him now, I fear it wouldn't be very honorable, would it?"
Shen Mobei said without the slightest hint of anxiety.
"If Mister Shen has any wise advice, please speak frankly!"