Although Xia Jue had been smiling at the time, he knew someone was definitely about to suffer again.
Sure enough, though he had no idea how Xia Jue had managed it, the male disciple made an utter fool of himself at the banquet.
As Feng Qi saw it, Xia Jue was giving the man a taste of his own medicine.
Hadn't this male disciple wanted to ruin Su Jiu's reputation?
Then he could taste what it felt like to have his own reputation dragged through the mud first.
Watching the scene unfold, Feng Qi couldn't help sighing. Offend only Xia Jue, and he might still grant his enemy a quick death. Offend Su Jiu...
Forget it. Better left unsaid...
"Ming Yun, I've always wanted to know-which side of you is the real you? Why do you keep drawing close, then pulling away? Why do you blow hot and cold with me?"
"Have I not done enough? If I'm not good enough, tell me! I'll change!"
Although Ming Yun's expression remained cold, flames were already beginning to flicker in her eyes.
Some onlookers who knew nothing of the truth seemed to pick up on something in his words.
"What does that male disciple from the Night-Gathering Sect mean? Have they been seeing each other privately?" a disciple from a small, third-rate sect whispered to his senior brother beside him.
"It doesn't look like it. She's always so cold toward us. Besides, she's in the nascent soul realm. Why would she be close to a disciple at the golden core stage?"
After all, many of the Heavenly Dawn Sect's junior disciples worshipped Ming Yun as a goddess. Hearing others discuss her like this, they instinctively began speaking up for her.
"Who knows what that male disciple is up to? Plenty of people