"Instructor Song, you heard what the little fellow said as well, didn't you? What do you think?
Or should we take a trip down the mountain and verify whether it is true?"
Su Shi'er's voice rang out, his tone exceedingly forceful. Every word was clear and beyond question.
Those usually gentle eyes were sharp as blades now, stabbing straight at Song Yao as though they would see through the little calculations in his heart.
Meeting Su Shi'er's gaze, Song Yao's brows furrowed fiercely.
This sudden display of firmness, especially coming from Su Shi'er, caught him off guard and made him feel even more humiliated.
Had it been any other cultivator stepping forward, he might not have wasted so many words. He would at least have given them some face.
But it had to be Su Shi'er, the Academy's universally acknowledged do-gooder.
And today, before this whole crowd, he was pressing him so aggressively. He was clearly doing this on purpose, making him lose face.
Having his dignity slighted by someone like this left him deeply displeased.
His peripheral vision swept over the Woman surnamed Hu beside him. Seeing her staring unblinkingly at Su Shi'er and the child behind him, the fire in Song Yao's heart blazed even hotter, nearly bursting from his chest.
To Song Yao's eyes, her focused attention on Su Shi'er and that child was no different from a silent betrayal.
However.
Just as he was about to speak, suppressing his fury to argue a few more points.
The Woman surnamed Hu spoke from the side, her voice graceful and melodious, like spring water tinkling and bells chiming.
"Mr. Song, this child's words are firm and well-founded. They do not seem fabricated.
"Moreover, since he says his mother is suffering in a mountain village below, this matter would