Away from Su Jiu, Yun Huanling shed every trace of his timid image.
With a careless look on his face, Yun Huanling said, "Ah, that female cultivator? Just a rogue cultivator. We went our separate ways after leaving Millet Village."
Fang Xi gritted her teeth. "Do you take me for a fool? Do you think I'd believe that?"
In truth, Yun Huanling very much wanted to tell her that yes, he did take her for a fool.
But he was someone who considered the bigger picture. For the sake of friendly relations between the two sects, he feigned helplessness. "There's nothing I can do if you don't believe me."
Fang Xi gave him a cold look, then turned and waved at the other Heavenly Dawn Sect disciples. "Let's go!"
The crowd had arrived in force, and they left in force as well.
Once they were gone, a group of disciples gathered around Yun Huanling.
"The Heavenly Dawn Sect is getting more disgraceful by the day. What sort of people are they teaching? Coming to another sect's gates to throw their weight around!" one disciple said angrily.
"They can throw their weight around here because you lot can't fight!" An old man's voice rang out behind them.
The gathered disciples were frightened like mice confronted by a cat. Every one of them immediately fell silent.
"What are you gathering here for? Go practice your arts! Do you want to finish at the bottom again in the sect Grand Tournament two years from now?"
They had gathered quickly, but scattered even faster. Soon, only the old man and Yun Huanling remained.
The old man looked at Yun Huanling and let out a long sigh. "Tell me, what exactly did that little girl take?"
Yun Huanling frowned. He genuinely did not know.
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