Was the Qingqiu Clan always this bold?
Inside Du Xian Hall, the shy words spoken by the fox woman made all the sect elders secretly cry out in alarm. In contrast, the dozen or so Qingqiu experts all wore smiles, seeming to be...
Proud of it?
Perhaps this was their Racial Talent.
Ling'e rose with a faint smile, bowed slightly to the fox woman, and said softly:
"Senior, please take my seat...
"My master is wholly devoted to cultivation and is not very good at handling such situations. I ask that Senior be a little more mindful of my master's pure reputation."
As she spoke, Ling'e put on a stern little face and calmly went to sit on a low seat in the back row.
Her cultivation had already reached the Celestial Immortal realm. On the surface, she was also the fastest-advancing cultivator in Du Xian Sect's history!
At this moment, let alone such relatively restrained remarks, even if she directly cursed the Qingqiu Clan, Du Xian Sect would certainly stand behind her.
Ling'e's move was not merely an impulsive act of defiance. There were several considerations behind it.
Most importantly, she was directly expressing the attitude of the Lesser Qiong Peak master and disciples toward the fox woman, so that Du Xian Sect's upper ranks would understand and not randomly arrange a marriage for their peak master.
Li Changshou chuckled inwardly. The fox woman gently pursed her lips, thanked Ling'e, lowered her head, and sat in Ling'e's former place.
Then the fox woman moved a little closer to Li Changshou, turning sideways to gaze at the old Daoist beside her.
Her gaze lingered, and so did her affection.
Ling'e's lips twitched as she muttered inwardly: Fairy Yunxiao, come look! Someone has bold thoughts about my senior brother!
"Daoist..."
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