A full half day passed.
At the corner of the courtyard wall, two heads trembled as they cautiously poked out.
Noticing those two furtive gazes, Xuan Yuanming's cheek twitched slightly.
He truly could not understand how such fools, who could not even hide themselves properly, had caught Jiang Yuechu's eye.
Even disciples completely abandoned by their clans would not employ servants so utterly unpresentable.
Then again... the fact that Jiang Yuechu could keep such hopeless demons by her side showed that she simply did not care whether those under her command were strong or weak.
What kind of confidence was that?
With that thought—
Xuan Yuanming composed himself, lifted his chin slightly, and calmly looked toward the courtyard wall.
"Enough. The fairy is finished. If you have any news, come out and report it at once."
Behind the wall—
Old Red Flood Dragon had been exposed in a single sentence, and his old face immediately could not hold up.
He abruptly turned around and heavily kicked Niu Ben's thick calf, cursing in a low voice, "It's all your fault, you blockhead! You're built so damn big that you can't hide at all. Now look at this—we've let an outsider laugh at us for nothing!"
Niu Ben stared at him in disbelief.
What the...
How was that any of my damn business...
Old Red Flood Dragon ignored Niu Ben's inward grumbling. He reached out and forcefully tugged at the hem of his silk robes, putting on the airs of a trusted minister of great importance.
Then, with his hands behind his back, he strolled around the courtyard wall at an unhurried pace and swaggered toward the main hall.
As he passed Xuan Yuanming, he deliberately slowed down and said in an old-fashioned tone, "Not bad. You take guarding the gate seriously.