The moment Daoist Qingfeng appeared, the fierce aura surrounding He Yun'er vanished without a trace, and she turned back into that sweet and adorable junior sister. She linked her arm through Daoist Qingfeng's and pointed at Xuanxiao as she complained, "Master, it was him! He has superb medical skills but refused to save me, and then he insulted and harassed your disciple!"
Xuanxiao rolled his eyes as he listened from the side. This little girl is truly first-rate at distorting right and wrong. He had just been about to explain when Daoist Qingfeng interrupted him. "Young friend, I wonder how my disciple offended you to make you so furious?"
Xuanxiao thought, I haven't even gotten angry yet. It was your precious disciple who drew her sword at the slightest disagreement. Does she really think everyone in the world has to indulge her? But he did not say that aloud. He merely replied lazily, "Sect Master Qingfeng, you jest. Your disciple and I were only sparring. How could that be considered offending me?"
"Sparring?" Daoist Qingfeng clearly did not believe him. He glanced at the trees around them, which had been hacked into pieces by sword energy, then at the blood still staining the corner of He Yun'er's mouth, and sneered, "Your way of sparring seems a little too intense, doesn't it?"
"She was simply inferior. Should I blame myself for that?" Xuanxiao shrugged, looking completely unconcerned.
Daoist Qingfeng's temper flared at Xuanxiao's languid, irresponsible manner. He was about to explode when Su Yan tugged at his sleeve from behind. Su Yan shook his head at him, signaling that he should not act rashly.
Although Daoist Qingfeng had a fiery temper, he cherished the disciple he had watched grow up. Seeing Su Yan signal him, he forcefully suppressed his anger and