Lake Heart Island returned to calm.
The lotus closed and sank beneath the water. The Celestial Maiden's phantom dissolved into specks of light, leaving only a few ripples spreading slowly across the lake, as though nothing had happened.
After three rounds of tea, Su Miao's gaze swept back and forth between Zhunti and Jieyin. At last, she could no longer hold it in.
She asked the question she had been holding back for a long time.
"What exactly did you want from me? You can't have invited me here just to watch you dance, can you?"
Zhunti was pouring himself tea from the teapot, his tone airy.
"Can't we look for you if there's nothing wrong?"
Su Miao: "..."
She had no way to answer that.
If she said they could, she would seem full of herself.
If she said they could not, she would seem ungrateful.
Realizing that no answer would be right, she simply picked up her teacup and pretended not to hear him.
Jieyin lowered his eyelids, his voice neither salty nor bland.
"Now that Miao Heng is the Nine Extremes Great Emperor, it is only natural that she looks down on poor The West folk like us."
Su Miao's eyes widened as she stared at Jieyin in disbelief.
What did he mean by that, Martial Uncle?
When had she ever said she looked down on The West?
Did they really have to provoke her like this?
When had she offended the two of them?!
The two Saints worked in perfect tandem. One looked pitiful and aggrieved, while the other spoke with biting sarcasm.
She even suspected they had rehearsed it.
"I never said that!"
Su Miao's voice rose several notches, filled with the grievance of being wrongly accused.
Zhunti sighed. With the three parts grievance and