Panic struck the heart of Servant Mao like thunder. How is this happening he thought?
The man he was sure was nothing but a random unfortunate acolyte who had a background that was steeper than Mount Tai.
Not only was he related to Master Rain enough for that lone and estranged eccentric person to come all the way to the base of his most hated foe to save him. Even the Prince of the Wind Realm was enraged by the mere fact that such a stupid and lowlife acolyte was hurt.
Her ladyship called him a Low-Birth, and it was obvious, he didn't have any talent root. And was nothing but a walking sac of poison. After all, no one knows of this man's body better than Servant Mao since he spent years testing and probing his body with all kinds of tools.