"Tsk, tsk, Xie Chuhe, your father has always had a pretty good temper. I even call him Uncle out of respect. How come you inherited such a hair-trigger temper? I failed to propose to you, so I proposed to someone else instead. What does that have to do with you? She isn't even a disciple of your sect. As long as we're both willing, it has nothing to do with you. What are you getting angry for?" Cao Zhili gave a sinister smile, then shot me a suggestive look.
I looked at him with great interest. Clearly, he thought things weren't chaotic enough, so I said, "Pavilion Master Cao, the Interception Sect is full of capable people. Who do you think you are?"
My question made Cao Zhili's face darken considerably. He felt that I was looking down on him far too much, while Xie Chuhe hurriedly said to me, "Yu He, you don't need to lower yourself to his level. Get behind me. Don't involve yourself in this matter."
"Big Sister Chuhe, this man clearly came for me. I can't let you take the blame for me," I said.
Xie Chuhe shook her head and sent me a voice transmission. "You don't understand. Cao Zhili stopped taking our Zhaoyin Immortal Manor seriously long ago. After all, my father nearly shattered his Dao body because of the Yin Fire. His cultivation may appear to remain intact, but in reality, he's completely incapable of fighting. Nowadays, he merely bears the title of sect master to intimidate the petty villains. Over the past several decades, he hasn't fought a single battle that could suppress the surrounding sects. As for me, the acting sect master, there is practically no difference between me and the actual sect master. Once this battle to attack the