The moment Li opened his mouth, Shi Chun knew whom the bastard meant. He longed to flick the dagger concealed in his sleeve into his hand and stab him. He was very good at that.
Halfway through the explanation, the corner of the Red-Clad Woman's calm, composed mouth twitched. Her gaze shifted from the eloquent Li Hongjiu to Shi Chun behind him, and she immediately ruled out the possibility that this was Shi Chun's own intention.
The reasoning was simple. These days, Shi Chun had to sneak around just to leave his own home in the Eastern Victory Royal Capital. How would he dare openly come here to teach?
Noticing the fist slowly tightening beneath Shi Chun's sleeve, she recalled the intelligence sent over by the Treasure-Evolving Sect: Shi Chun and Li Hongjiu were not friends.
If they were not friends, why had one summoned the other to take a disciple, only for the latter to recommend the former instead? What were these two playing at? What was this supposed to mean?
Suddenly, she felt that she had spent too long away from the lower rungs and had fallen somewhat out of touch. So much no longer fit her understanding. Perhaps she should simply have left this to her subordinates. It really was not something she ought to handle personally.
Still, she wanted to see exactly what these two bastards were up to. If they dared wreck her setup, neither would be leaving.
The members of the family present gradually began to look enlightened. Third Miss Dong Liangying blurted out, "Do you mean Shi Chun?"
She spent a great deal of time in the Book Hall's main hall and had heard plenty of the discussions about him.
The others, having put the pieces together, looked doubtful again. They had all