"Outrageous! Do you know who you're talking to?"
"Lin Xuan, you still haven't answered my question."
Fu Qiu stared fixedly at Lin Xuan. His previous remark had merely been an opening; the second sentence was what he truly wanted to say.
"So noisy!"
Lin Xuan dug at his ear again, still looking at Wu Mingyao. "As the sect master, it's fine for me to ask you, a princess, to handle something, right?"
"You're joking, Sect Master. It is this disciple's duty."
Wu Mingyao responded, leaving both Xu Yan and Yue Qinglian utterly bewildered by their exchange.
"Then do you know what to do?" Lin Xuan asked again.
"Understood!" Wu Mingyao dipped slightly in a bow, clearly having grasped Lin Xuan's meaning.
"Hey... Lin Xuan, you dare ignore me again..."
Fury flashed wildly in Fu Qiu's eyes, and his voice rose.
But this time, he was interrupted.
"Shut up!"
The two words were quiet, yet carried considerable authority.
"Uh..."
Fu Qiu froze, turning his head in disbelief to look at Wu Mingyao.
That was right. It had been Wu Mingyao who spoke. A cold gleam rested upon her ethereal, peerless face.
"Thirteenth Princess, you... this is..."
Fu Qiu was completely confused, countless questions surging through his heart.
"You may leave. If Seventeenth Imperial Brother has any objections, tell him to come find me."
Wu Mingyao spoke again, her words beyond dispute.
"This... yes..."
Fu Qiu was utterly dumbfounded. After answering, he left without even daring to raise his head.
"It seems the matter has already been settled. I shall take my leave as well."
Kong Fang, the Confucian Sword Immortal, remained as refined and courteous as ever. After saluting, he withdrew.
Before long, the two Demon Dragon Carriages departed from the city gate.
"Thank you, Sect Master, for coming to my