Su Miao choked on her words.
Her cheeks warmed slightly, and a faint blush spread to her ears.
One family?
Who was family with you?!
"You really know how to make yourself comfortable," she said dryly.
Zhunti turned to look at her. Her face was reflected in his amber eyes, and the smile at the corner of his mouth deepened.
"Those who couldn't would have already died of anger, like a certain someone on Jade Purity Peak."
The corner of Su Miao's mouth twitched.
He was badmouthing her Master right in front of her.
If Yuanshi heard that, he would probably come charging over from Kunlun.
The corner of her mouth twitched again.
"Aren't you afraid I'll go back and tell on you?"
"Would you?"
Zhunti tilted his head at her, his amber eyes full of amusement.
Su Miao thought about it seriously. She wouldn't.
Not because she didn't want to tell, but because it would be useless.
Yuanshi already disliked Zhunti. He did not need her adding fuel to the fire.
She decided to pretend she had not understood.
"Then shouldn't I charge you a venue fee?" Su Miao planted her hands on her hips and deliberately put on a stern face.
Zhunti smiled, the corners of his eyes curving. The hint of red at his eye tails was especially striking beneath the sunlight.
"What are we to each other?"
Su Miao's heart suddenly skipped a beat. This Martial Uncle was becoming more and more skilled at bewitching people.
What exactly did he cultivate—Buddhist teachings, or seduction arts?
She quickly steadied her expression and stubbornly retorted.
"Who are you to me?"
"Then what kind of relationship does Miao Heng want with me?"
Zhunti cocked his head as he looked at her. Flecks of gold flowed through his amber eyes