"Come over here!"
"..."
Xiang Yuan shook his head like a rattle-drum, refusing to go no matter what. Xiang Yuan was starting to regret not lingering a while longer with A Ping and Yourong.
If only he'd asked where Fairy Shang was in seclusion...
In short, he regretted it deeply!
"Come here. Don't make me say it again!"
Seeing Xiang Yuan shake his head and guard against her like a thief, utterly unwilling to come closer, Sword Venerable Su Ran was both annoyed and amused.
The source of her anger and amusement was the same: the previous few times, nothing had happened. Using a straw to administer medicine, guidance within the small world—everything had been so spotless, pure enough to drip water. The ironclad facts were right there, beyond dispute. Today, with her disciple present, if she reined herself in a little, she would only be even more beyond reproach.
So what was there to guard against? Surely, in front of her disciple, she wouldn't fail to restrain herself and instead push things further, directly breaking through the bottom line?
Who was he looking down on!
Sword Venerable Su Ran felt that Shang Qingmeng had a point. Certain people were far too full of themselves, and they underestimated others far too much.
Did he think this was Unrivaled Palace!
Open your eyes and look carefully. This was Sword Heart Studio. There was no shameless master here who stole her disciple's man. She, Su Ran, was not some wretched maid like Bai Wuyan—arrogant and self-important, disdainful of everyone, domineering and overbearing, aggressive and unreasonable, worse even than Demonic Beings and crooked paths.
Sword Venerable Su Ran brimmed with confidence, looking exactly like some transport corps commander convinced the advantage was his. Yet Xiang Yuan had not the slightest faith in her.