It could not really be blamed on Fang Qingxin being stupid. After all, her horizons had been limited since childhood. She had spent every day guarding one Blood Moon Cult with her mother and brother; in her eyes, a second-rate immortal cultivation sect was already an extraordinary existence.
And in her eyes, Jiang Caiyan was nothing but a useless thing, merely someone with an extra pretty face. How much could she possibly have seen of the world?
The Garrison Command was one of the Dynasty's Three Departments. Even a force like Creek Moon Sect would find it difficult to deal with them. Could the man Jiang Caiyan had latched onto still deal with the Garrison Command?
There was no need for Lin Heng to speak. Uncle Prison naturally argued the scriptures on his behalf.
"Hmph! A tiny Creek Moon Sect cannot even compare to Green Pavilion Sect. A frog in a well gazing at the moon—how could it know there are heavens beyond the heavens? This eldest nephew of mine is the only son of Green Pavilion Sect's Sect Leader, and his mother's family comes from the Ten Directions Hall of the Eastern Continent..."
"Forget it. Saying so much is just nonsense. She has probably never even heard of the Ten Directions Hall!" Dugu Feng was too lazy to explain further.
Just then, Jiang Caiyan also walked out from behind the curtain.
She had heard every word of their conversation just now, clear as day.
"(*｀▽′*) Little Yanyan, come here... Black Robe is all right, isn't he?"
"He's still unconscious." Jiang Caiyan was directly pulled in front of Lin Heng and embraced by him. She did not struggle. Instead, she looked at Fang Qingxin with something like mockery and said calmly, "Fang Yaxin, do you think changing your name to