Matters of an Old Friend

Yu Qin True Person faced three alone. Outnumbered and outmatched, she naturally gained no advantage. She curled her lip and waved a hand impatiently, her face full of irritation. "Whatever. I can't argue with the lot of you anyway. Those little brats got lucky this time. Since Eighth Girl came to no great harm, fine. But if there's a next time, I don't care whether it's Nether Swan Hall or Dawncry Manor—I'll skin them alive!"

The incident involving the Demonic Cultivators had Shen Yuxi, Chu Xuan, and Song Zhiyi at its center. Of the elders present for the discussion, the other three all had close ties to the disciples involved; they could be considered the families of the wronged parties. Knowing she had little say in the matter, Yulan True Person wisely kept her mouth shut.

Song Zhiyi was an exceptionally well-adjusted child. Though he had suffered something as dangerous as being kidnapped by Demonic Cultivators, afterward he behaved as though nothing had happened.

While Yu Xuan True Person admired his disciple's steadiness, he could not help but worry. Song Zhiyi was still only a child, yet he possessed none of the innocence and liveliness appropriate to his age. His conduct was far too mature and composed.

As for being a victim... since his disciple himself did not care, saying more would instead seem like tearing open the wound. Thus, he could not say much.

True Person Yu Qing was likewise unable to remain calm. How could he not ache with pain and rage after seeing his disciple suffer such humiliation? He wished he could erase the source that had injured his disciple on the spot.

But he was the sect master of the Profound Heaven Sect.

Those two simple words were like a heavy mountain, pressing down mercilessly upon