Immortal's Pathfinding-Three Bowls and You Won't Make It Over the Ridge! (Please Vote)

"So you're the woman who bullied those useless fools while I was away from Tianjin?"

Sun Qing's voice was not loud, and his tone was almost careless. Yet those light words cut through the peace of that little corner like a poison-soaked blade.

The moment he spoke, Liu Yuan, standing just behind him, went through a spectacular change of expression.

He instinctively raised the Ape Arms he was so proud of, arms that reached past his knees, and covered his face. He wished he could bury his whole head in his chest.

He could not show his face.

Because he, Liu Yuan, heir to Tianjin's Tongbei Martial Arts Hall, was one of the "useless fools" Sun Qing meant.

Back in the Private Arena, he had not even managed to touch the hem of Ye Qingyao's clothes. After struggling through a few dozen moves against her, he had lost miserably.

At first, he had felt somewhat resentful and blamed his defeat on carelessness. Only later, in that meat-grinder of a battle in the Ghost Mist Forest, had he learned that Ye Qingyao was a master Martial Cultivator of the Third Realm. Then he had finally made peace with it.

But now his Sworn Big Brother had torn away that fig leaf right in front of Ye Qingyao herself and, for good measure, slapped a "useless fools" label on the whole lot of them.

The unpleasant memories came flooding back to Liu Yuan.

Li Xiang and Qin Zhong's expressions turned cold when they heard him.

Qin Zhong grabbed a towel and roughly wiped his hands. His oxlike eyes narrowed as his gaze swept toward Liu Yuan.

The two had fought shoulder to shoulder on the battlefield and could be called friends.

There was no anger in Qin Zhong's eyes, only genuine bewilderment.