So what if they hated the rich! So what if they couldn't stand seeing them do well! So what if they were jealous! So what if they envied them! What of it?
If they had no way to possess the same things, were they not even allowed to curse a few times in their hearts?
Back then, Jin Ping'er had cursed the Azure Cloud Sect's extravagance and ostentation plenty, too.
"Grandpa! It's raining! Wild Dog Daoist has an umbrella! Hurry over here!" Seeing the rain grow heavier and heavier, Xiaohuan turned around worriedly, stood on tiptoe, and shouted loudly toward the people behind them.
The rain fell heavier and heavier; in the space of a breath, it seemed as if heaven and earth had joined into one. Bi Yao and the others each cast spells to shield themselves, not a single drop of rain touching them.
An old man sprang out from the curtain of rain, holding a bamboo pole sideways in his hand. A strip of cloth still hung from the pole, but because it had been soaked by the rain and stuck together, it was impossible to make out what was written on it.
Zhou Yixian ran under the umbrella. Wild Dog Daoist, somewhat reluctant, handed the umbrella to Xiaohuan, then cast a Daoist art to keep the rain away from himself and moved aside.
Zhou Yixian did not thank Wild Dog. Instead, he glared fiercely at him, the warning in his eyes completely unconcealed. But when he saw Bi Yao and Jin Ping'er standing opposite him, he quickly shrank his neck in and faintly hid behind Xiaohuan.
Seeing this, Xiaohuan felt helpless as well. She looked toward Bi Yao and Jin Ping'er and smiled ingratiatingly. "Sisters! Please don't be mad at my grandpa anymore! Xiaohuan is begging