"Aotian... you've rarely gone out to temper yourself over the past hundred years. Why not take this assignment? You could see more of the world outside, too."
Long Aotian shook his head. "My heart is devoted to the Sword Dao. Until I master it, I have no interest in anything else."
Hong Ling sneered. "Bullshit! Just the day before yesterday, I saw you and the Fifth Elder in your study, appraising the female cultivators of other sects."
Long Aotian's old face instantly turned crimson, as though someone had coated it with red paint.
The Fifth Elder had never imagined that watching the spectacle would drag him into it. He slammed the table and sprang to his feet.
"Hong Ling! There are so many juniors here! What nonsense are you spouting?"
Hong Ling wanted to say more, but Ning Hai stopped her. "Hong Ling, so many juniors are watching..."
At that point, Ning Hai changed tack. "Since Aotian doesn't want to go alone, why don't you accompany him, Fifth Elder?"
The Fifth Elder was reluctant, but when he saw Ning Hai's "benevolent" gaze, he swallowed his refusal.
Yes, he had seen a threat in that kindly face.
He glanced at Hong Ling, whom Ning Hai was holding back, then at the utterly spineless Long Aotian. In the end, he could only grit his teeth and reluctantly agree.
He had chosen this sect and made these friends himself. What else could he do? Put up with it.
Hong Ling snorted coldly and turned away, no longer looking at the two of them.
Below, Jin Chen was secretly stunned. No wonder his master never let him into his study...
For a moment, he did not know whether to laugh or cry.
With that, the matter was more or less settled.
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