"Everyone, stop! Weren't things fine just now?" I hurriedly stepped between the two women who were about to fight. Their furious glares at each other had drawn quite a few busy disciples over, so when I shouted, they came to their senses and stopped.
"Don't think that just because you're the Head of the Beihu Lineage, you can do whatever you want," Jimo Ying said in a lowered voice. She had stopped attacking, but venting her anger with a few words was only natural.
"Do you think I care?" Beihu Yun's gaze shifted evasively, though she was clearly more interested in making excuses. She really seemed to have been eavesdropping just now. After all, everyone had kept filing out of the meeting room, and since I had nothing important to discuss, I had dismissed the barrier.
"Who knows whether you care or not? You did it, so why not admit it?" Jimo Ying shot back. Beihu Yun glanced at me, seemingly with a trace of reproach as well.
"Enough. It wasn't anything important. I think Head of the Beihu Lineage simply had something to attend to and couldn't leave in time, so let's let this matter go. The two of you, settle down. You'll still have to work together in the future. Otherwise, if I leave, you'll immediately fall out and start fighting. I'm far away then—how could I persuade you like I can now?" I said with a bitter smile.
"Who asked you to persuade me?" Beihu Yun seemed to think I was deliberately taking Jimo Ying's side, so she put on quite the haughty act. Seeing her still so overbearing, Jimo Ying grew even angrier and said, "Since you said you won't admit it, fine. I've disliked you for a long time anyway. I imagine Head of the