"Jiang! Siming! Come out here!"
Dao Xuan's voice rang throughout the entire Qingyun Sect, the grief and indignation in it enough to bring tears to anyone who heard it.
Dao Xuan was furious!
It was bad enough that Jiang Siming had taken all the storage bag spoils today. Now he had even dared to ambush the sect master and beat him into this state.
This was absolutely intolerable!
He had to get revenge today!
However, Jiang Siming had no intention of coming out. Instead, he casually sent him a voice transmission:
"I didn't do it on purpose. I didn't know you were coming to find me. I was just testing a new divine ability, and you happened to get hit. How is that my fault? Anyway, I'm going into seclusion. Goodbye."
After saying that, he fell silent.
How could Dao Xuan accept this? He immediately lifted his leg and tried to head toward the rear courtyard to settle accounts with Jiang Siming.
But Shuiyue and You Qingguan simultaneously stepped in front of Dao Xuan.
"Senior Brother, you can't just enter the place where my husband is cultivating in seclusion. If you have something to say, say it here." Shuiyue made the distinction between their relationships perfectly clear.
Dao Xuan's face darkened. No, his face couldn't possibly get any darker.
"Junior Sister, you can't protect him like this, can you? Look at what he did to me!"
Dao Xuan spoke with deep anguish and indignation, even gesturing at his current state.
Shuiyue really wanted to laugh, but she held it in. She had received professional training—no matter how funny something was, she would never laugh.
"Senior Brother, I saw what happened to you. But you don't seem to be seriously hurt; you've only suffered some damage to your appearance. It's fine.