Buzz! Moon Palace Slave made her move.
The Nuxian Buddha Sword returned to her hand, its cold gleam flashing.
She merely shot Dao Qiongchang a frosty glare. Still putting on his terrified act, playing at horror, and speaking in that bizarrely insinuating tone, he shuddered all over and waved his hands repeatedly.
"No need, no need. I'll speak properly..."
Dao Qiongchang was clearly rather afraid of Moon Palace Slave.
When he was young, he and Yue Gongli had more than once peed into the dirt and stirred it around together. Both of them had also been taught lessons by their elder sister's whip more than once. Of course, that was not the point.
The point was Ba Zunan. What Dao Qiongchang gave was chiefly respect for Ba Zunan's sake.
As for old ties, old shadows, and such things, to him, they were worth... mm, they could be mentioned, but in matters of the Great Dao, they were only barely worth "a mention."
With Sister Yue standing before them, broadsword in hand; Yu Zhiwen, long tormented by the shadows of the Dao Department; and Liu Fuyu, who had only belatedly broken out in a cold sweat—only then did the three women feel a trace of security.
"Don't pay him any mind. No one ever disciplined him, so he grew crooked."
Moon Palace Slave snorted coldly. She knew she was no match for Dao Qiongchang, but she also knew that he could not do anything to her right now. She continued her question.
"Though this may be somewhat presumptuous, I still want to ask one more thing. Are you certain your master died of old age?"
Liu Fuyu did not care about such matters, but hearing this question now, even she could no longer give a definite answer.
"Don't ask, don't ask.