The mood of the annual gathering had soured.
Everyone who was in attendance to the gathering could only look on at each other as they observed the situation in the back yard.
As Chen Mo's teacher, Master Wei could only step forward to Wu Zeqing saying, "President Wu, I'm sorry. My disciple does not know better. Don't take what a junior does to heart."
Wu Zeqing smiled, "It's okay, Little Mo's words are quite well written."
Master Wei sighed, saying, "The words are good, but the attitude is far from good."
Master Zhou said from the side, "He still needs to hone himself. It's too early for him to stray from the cover of his master’s wing." Saying that, he shook his head.