Lin Fan stepped forward quickly and knelt down, bowing deeply.
"Sir, thank you for saving my life," he said sincerely. "I, Lin Fan, can never repay this kindness."
Su Mo's expression softened into a kind, elderly smile.
"Stand up, young man. Stand tall."
With a slight wave of his hand, a gentle force lifted Lin Fan up from the ground, leaving him momentarily stunned.
"I could not simply watch an outstanding young man like you be killed before my eyes," Su Mo continued.
Lin Fan's eyes widened slightly.
The display of spiritual energy had already left him in awe, but those words…
"Outstanding?" he repeated softly.
Then, he gave a bitter smile and shook his head.
"No, sir… You overestimate me."
His voice lowered, filled with self-deprecation. "I'm nothing but a loser. A failure who couldn't change anything."
Su Mo fell silent.
He looked at Lin Fan with a calm expression on the surface, but inside—
[What the heck is he talking about?]
[Dude, where's your arrogance?]
