At Su Jiu's mention of those good-for-nothings, someone immediately lost his composure and sprang from his chair.
"Who are you calling good-for-nothings?"
Hearing the challenge, Su Jiu did not even glance at him. She merely addressed him in the same tone the old man had used earlier. "This is the Su Family. Not every stray cat or dog can come here and take charge.
"Please leave as soon as possible. Otherwise, you'll find I'm not as easy to talk to as my father!"
The old man watched Su Jiu for a long moment, his expression shifting unpredictably. Meanwhile, the disciple who had tried to provoke her secretly launched an attack.
Su Jiu intercepted his attack, then stirred the ice spiritual qi drifting through the air, making the attack turn around and fly straight back.
In the blink of an eye, the disciple fell to the floor, cold sweat pouring from his forehead.
Only then did Su Jiu finally spare him a glance. "Does it hurt? How does it feel to get a taste of your own medicine?"
The old man glanced at the disciple, a flicker of distress crossing his face. "For someone with such outstanding aptitude and substantial cultivation, aren't you ashamed of ambushing a low-level disciple?"
One of the Su Family elders could no longer stand it. "I never imagined the main family's head would learn to turn around and blame the victim. There isn't a trace of ice spiritual qi on that disciple. I'd think anyone who wasn't blind could tell who ambushed whom."
"Speaking of which, underhanded attacks really do seem to run in your line. First you ambushed our elder, then your disciple tried to ambush Su Jiu.
"Unfortunately for you, our A Jiu is formidable. Both attempts failed, and you ended up swallowing the