Zhao Sanshui's face immediately darkened at those words. "What do you mean by that, Fellow Daoist Chaoyun?"
Paranoid spoke without the slightest courtesy. "Where we come from is none of your damned Zhao Family's business!"
"You know it's presumptuous, yet you still insist on asking? What, do you think Red Leaf Ridge is easy to bully?"
"You..." Zhao Sanshui was both alarmed and furious. How dare he speak to a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator of the Zhao Family like this? "Do less of this sort of thing that offends others," Paranoid said slowly, lifting his teacup.
"The time is up. The Zhao Family has a long inheritance, so I'm sure you've accumulated quite a few Secret Manuals. I hope you don't give us a reason to act!"
Zhao Sanshui slowly rose to his feet and asked gravely, "Fellow Daoist Chaoyun, are you... threatening me?"
"Call it whatever you like," Paranoid replied indifferently. "Your Zhao Family came to us of your own accord, didn't you?"
"My temper is much better now. If you'd run into me a few hundred years ago... tch!"
"Fine, fine." Zhao Sanshui nodded. "I, Zhao Sanshui, will remember your words, Fellow Daoist."
"Get lost!" Paranoid waved a hand and snapped rudely. "Say one more word, and don't bother leaving!"
"..." Zhao Sanshui had truly not intended to provoke anyone, but those words still angered him greatly.
He raised a hand and pointed at the other party, yet genuinely did not say another word. Then he turned and strode away.
"Hmph." Paranoid snorted coldly, thinking, With that little courage, what was he even showing off at someone else's home for?
When Zhao Sanshui reached the mountain gate, he called his family members over and left with them. They boarded the Flying Shuttle and departed directly, not even offering