Had he not heard them clearly?
He wanted them to repeat themselves?
Fei Ting and the other three were taken aback.
At those words, a male disciple behind Fei Ting immediately stepped forward, seemingly about to repeat what they had just said.
Xu Lingyin had been watching Zhang Yuan's face all along. Seeing his smile fade, and then seeing someone actually dare to step forward to repeat those words, she sensed trouble and inwardly cursed Fei Ting and the other three.
What a pack of fools!
If you want to die, don't drag me down with you!
Xu Lingyin cursed furiously inside, but dared not show it on her face. She hurried forward to smooth things over, sharply rebuking Fei Ting and the other three.
"Have you had enough?! Fortuitous opportunities and treasures are there for anyone to obtain. Are you trying to seize them by force? You're disgracing the Mysterious Court! Meng Xuan! How do you still have the nerve to stand here? Get back where you belong!"
Meng Xuan, the Mysterious Court Disciple who had just stepped forward, looked slightly unsettled. Though he admired Xu Lingyin, he still refused to accept her words and retorted:
"Daoist Heir Xu, we aren't trying to seize anything by force. This Purple-Gold Gourd belonged to the late Junior Brother Ning. We're merely asking for it to be returned."
"Fellow Daoist Zhang saved Junior Brother Ning's life earlier. He was Junior Brother Ning's benefactor. His belongings certainly shouldn't fall into the hands of people like you, who stood by and let him die," Xu Lingyin said, her displeasure plain in her voice.
"Well..."
Meng Xuan flushed crimson under her rebuke, unable to think of a response.
Though Fei Ting and the others wanted to argue, anyone with eyes could see that Xu Lingyin