"Junior Sister Jiang, what exactly are you thinking? Who do you take me, Ye Zhifan, for? Do you think I'd switch your spirit plants? If this is your way of trying to get close to me, I can only suggest you buy a mirror of better quality and take a good look at yourself." The pale-faced young man spoke loudly, drawing several bursts of laughter.
"Junior Sister Jiang, have you gone mad? Who do you think Senior Brother Ye is? He's Elder Meng's prized disciple. Even if those few spirit plants of yours really were three hundred years old, as you claim, how many Profound Yellow Pills could they be worth? Why would Senior Brother Ye go to all this trouble over them?"
"Exactly. I can testify that those spirit plants of his were poor quality to begin with."
"Well, I've seen it all now. Someone actually came up with this scheme to get close to a man. Senior Brother Ye, you really do have quite the charm."
"..."
Ye Zhifan waved his hand, quieting the chorus of agreement. "Fine, Junior Sister Jiang. I forgive you. But I must also tell you, there can never be anything between us." As he spoke, he sent Jiang Xiao a thought: This time, I'll just teach you a little lesson. If you dare run your mouth in front of Zijun again, the next lesson won't be so light.
As it turned out, his grudge against Jiang Xiao had started entirely because of Shao Zijun. Shao Zijun was a famous beauty among the Southern Pole Sect's Inner Sect Disciples, and Ye Zhifan had admired her for a long time. He had pursued her several times, but she had paid him no attention. Somehow, Ye Zhifan had heard that Shao Zijun was so cold toward