"A-Yu, it's me! Don't you recognize me?"
Xin Ci took two steps back in disgust, her face full of unfamiliar revulsion. "Who are you? How dare you rush at me like that!"
Song Zijing acted at once. For a Nascent Soul Cultivator to subdue someone at Foundation Establishment was as easy as turning over a hand. "Young master, I advise you not to come any closer. This is my junior martial aunt from the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, not some A-Yu you speak of. If you dare approach her again, I won't show mercy."
Zhou Ji seemed not to hear. He struggled desperately against his restraints, but his Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivation was nothing before a Nascent Soul True Lord.
At that crucial moment, a middle-aged Golden Core Cultivator pushed through the crowd and grabbed Zhou Ji. He apologized to everyone, explaining that his household's eldest young master had gone astray in his training and suffered a sudden bout of delirium. After more respectful apologies and offers of compensation, he knocked the raving Zhou Ji unconscious, finally bringing the matter to a close.
This was Heaven-Shattering Sword Sect territory. Though Song Zijing was furious with the man, he would not actually take his life. Once the man had been sent away, Song Zijing carefully asked Xin Ci whether anyone had used some underhanded trick on her. The Heavenly Secrets Pavilion's name inspired awe, but plenty of cultivators across the continent did not want to see its legacy passed down in peace.
Xin Ci might have been called a junior martial aunt, but she was young and only at the Seventh Layer of Qi Refining. With the old pavilion master away all day, Song Zijing looked after Xin Ci like a junior martial sister and naturally kept a close watch over