"Miao Zhishun raised an eyebrow. "Are you not afraid I'll kill you?""
"I am not afraid, because I have done nothing wrong. And Uncle Miao is not someone who cannot distinguish right from wrong," Ling Xuanxiao said neither humbly nor arrogantly.
Miao Zhishun snorted coldly. "You made my daughter sad and unhappy. That alone gives me reason enough to kill you!"
"Uncle Miao would not do that," Ling Xuanxiao said with great confidence.
Miao Zhishun turned around. "Finish refining your pills, then get out of the Xueyin Chamber of Commerce."
Ling Xuanxiao did not feel angered either, and said calmly,
"Thank you, Uncle Miao."
"..."
In the days that followed, Ling Xuanxiao found things much quieter.
Miao Zhishun no longer came to test him in every possible way.
He only needed to focus on recuperating and refining pills.
Ling Xuanxiao also did not wish to form some blood-deep feud with the Xueyin Chamber of Commerce over this matter.
Thus, when refining pills, he did not slack off or deliberately let his attention wander, nor did he cut corners on the quality of the pills.
He even helped the Xueyin Chamber of Commerce improve several alchemy manuals.
He merely waited for Di Nüfeng to recover from all her injuries before leaving the Xueyin Chamber of Commerce.
"..."
Ever since that day, Caishen had locked herself in her room.
She publicly claimed that she was entering seclusion to cultivate.
Yet many of the Miao family elders had been present that day.
The matter of the marriage agreement had been left unresolved. Anyone who was not a fool could guess what had happened.
The news spread without wings, and everyone said that Miss Caishen had been abandoned.
The rumors became wildly outrageous.
It seemed there would be no shortage of gossip and slander.