Tortured by eccentric women
Mo Liang had reached a point where he wanted to strangle himself and perish.
It was one thing to witness a fight where you at least have some knowledge of the context. It was entirely another thing to see two fanatics shooting daggers at each other without having the slightest notion on the issue and despite everything, trying to mediate the situation.
And it as entirely another heavenly realm to be glared at, chastised, and threatened for your attempts to reconcile those fanatics.
Heavens!
Women are crazy!
He seriously needed to have some good male friends.
Never before today had he felt the need so strongly.