Daoist Qingfeng's face turned green. He looked as if he had swallowed a fly, choking so badly that he couldn't speak. As the Sect Master of the Yunhe Sect, he had roamed the martial world for decades—when had he ever suffered such humiliation? He had been pointed at and extorted, and now he even had to rob someone else!
"Master..." Seeing her master at a disadvantage, He Yun'er panicked as well. She tugged at Daoist Qingfeng's sleeve and looked timidly at Xuanxiao.
"What? Feeling sorry for him? Why didn't you feel sorry earlier? You had nothing better to do than learn to fight and kill. With those flashy but useless moves of yours, you'd be better off using them to embroider flowers!" Daoist Qingfeng glared at her unhappily. This disciple of his was really going to be the death of him!
Su Yan said nothing from the side. His face was ashen, and his fists clenched with a creak. He had joined the Yunhe Sect as a child and had always prided himself on belonging to a reputable orthodox sect. Yet now, forced into committing some lowly act of theft, how could he swallow this humiliation?
"Young Master Xuanxiao, don't push people too far!" Su Yan said through clenched teeth. "I, Su Yan, will remember what happened today. One day, I will repay you in full!"
Xuanxiao didn't get angry. Instead, he laughed and gave him a sidelong glance, his tone carrying a hint of mockery. "Sure, I'll be waiting. But you'd better hurry. I'm not a very patient man."
Daoist Qingfeng knew that there was no way this matter would end peacefully today. Xuanxiao was clearly a demon who devoured people without spitting out their bones. If he didn't satisfy him today, Su Yan and Yun'er's lives would probably