Hearing An Yue's words, Li Piaoyue's delicate body trembled slightly, and she secretly grew anxious. "Master, I think this person can be trusted. Besides, six or seven hundred thousand Spirit Stones is no small sum!"
Before the female cultivator in the center could speak, An Yue spoke again. "Martial Sister, I don't like hearing that. Do you think our Xuan Nu Tower cannot afford those Spirit Stones?"
Her tone carried several more shades of displeasure.
Unwilling to clash with her, Li Piaoyue hurriedly shook her head. "Senior Sister An Yue, you misunderstand. That wasn't what I meant!"
"Then what did you mean? You joined our Xuan Nu Tower halfway through, and just now, you spent half the day speaking in riddles with this man. As your fellow disciple and senior sister, I do not wish to think too much into it, but your behavior is truly baffling!"
An Yue's voice was not loud, but she refused to let the matter rest. Her words pressed forward step by step, laced with provocation.
"Enough! Whether she joined Xuan Nu Tower midway or not, you two are both my disciples and should know my temperament. I have always treated you equally."
"Fighting among fellow disciples is an absolute taboo of our sect!"
The female cultivator in the center darkened slightly, her gentle face sinking as she spoke sternly.
As soon as her words fell, An Yue realized that she had been somewhat improper just now.
Her dissatisfaction with Li Piaoyue had existed for a long time.
It would have been one thing if a cultivator who had joined the sect halfway had won their master's favor, but even Baili Lingquan of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect, along with many other top cultivators, all revolved around this Martial Sister.
In her eyes, if Li