Gathering of Ten Thousand Geniuses, Qionghua Yanbin Ignored

Qionghua Shuiyu grew anxious. Whatever she did, her Lineage had to interfere; she had no freedom at all as an immortal cultivator. Her face flushed with anger as she called out softly, "Seventh Brother!"

"Hehe, you've got some spirit. Shuiyu, let's go."

Qionghua Yanbin remained expressionless. Even the returned medicinal pills were collected by the cultivator beside him. "Don't waste time here. We came today for an important matter."

As soon as he spoke, the Nine-Dragon Profound Gate cultivators around them turned slightly unfriendly gazes toward Chen Xun and Black Bull, their eyes full of warning.

Qionghua Shuiyu's face reddened as her chest rose and fell sharply with anger.

But she knew she could not be willful any longer, or she would only harm Chen Xun and Ximen Calf. She silently nodded, her gaze turning icy.

Yet her expression suddenly changed, and she flashed Chen Xun and Black Bull a brilliant smile. "My Seventh Brother bears you no ill will. He has always been like this."

Qionghua Shuiyu then secretly transmitted her voice to Chen Xun and Black Bull, her eyes exceedingly lively. "I apologize to you on his behalf. Don't lower yourselves to his level..."

Chen Xun smiled. Naturally, he would not fuss with a junior. He cupped his hands toward Qionghua Shuiyu, unwilling to damage the relationship between siblings. "Miss Qionghua, I won't delay you any longer."

Qionghua Shuiyu returned his smile. A breeze swept past, and the bottle of healing pills appeared at Black Bull's feet. She had already returned to the center of that group, wearing an expression of sullen resentment.

Qionghua Yanbin turned around at once. He did not even ask what was going on with that man and ox, because he had never placed them in his eyes, much less considered targeting or mocking