How Could a Life-Saving Debt Be Treated as a Trifle?

Saintess Qingyi sat on a stone stool in the courtyard, holding a cup of spirit tea as she gazed absently at the distant mountains.

Hearing footsteps, she turned her head. When she saw the Azure Dragon Holy Son, her brows creased slightly.

"Senior Brother Azure Dragon, what brings you here?" Her tone was indifferent, betraying neither pleasure nor anger.

"I heard you were injured, so I came to check on you." The Azure Dragon Holy Son walked up to her and looked her over. "Are you all right?"

"It's nothing. I'm much better already." Saintess Qingyi set down her teacup. "Thank you for your concern, Senior Brother."

The Azure Dragon Holy Son looked past her toward the eastern guest room.

The door was tightly shut, but he could sense an unfamiliar presence inside.

"I heard you brought a man back and let him stay in your courtyard?"

The Azure Dragon Holy Son forcibly suppressed his anger, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible.

"Yes."

Saintess Qingyi did not deny it. "He saved my life. I arranged for him to stay here temporarily."

"Saved your life?"

The Azure Dragon Holy Son sneered. "Junior Sister Qingyi, you're the Saintess of the Clear Mist Sect, yet you're letting a strange man stay in your courtyard. Aren't you afraid people will laugh if word gets out?"

"How could a life-saving debt be treated as a trifle?"

Saintess Qingyi's tone grew cold as well. "If you're dissatisfied, Senior Brother Azure Dragon, you're welcome to complain to the sect master."

The Azure Dragon Holy Son was left speechless, his face flushing crimson.

He took a deep breath, then suddenly strode toward the eastern guest room.

"What are you doing?" Saintess Qingyi rose and blocked his path.

"I'd like to see just what sort of