"Martial Nephew Thousand Hooks, do not harbor delusions!"
Yin Qing Yu's face turned livid. "Although your youngest Martial Aunt is not the Patriarch's disciple, you know how the Patriarch treats her. Besides, she has a status far beyond your reach!"
"If you refuse to abandon your delusions, I fear no good will come of it!"
"Even your Master will not be able to protect you!"
Daoist Thousand Hooks closed his eyes. He seemed calm, but inwardly, he struggled and trembled. "I know!"
Then he fell silent!
After a dozen or so breaths, Yin Qing Yu said, "You may leave!"
"Your coming here serves no purpose!"
Thousand Hooks shook his head. "I'm not leaving... Martial Aunt, I know I am not worthy of my youngest Martial Aunt, and I should not harbor foolish desires for her!"
"But I still want to know who this man is!"
"What makes him worthy of my youngest Martial Aunt?"
With that, Daoist Thousand Hooks ignored Yin Qing Yu's attempts to stop him, used a Daoist Law, and stepped into Qiao Huizhu's courtyard.
This sudden, rude intrusion gave Qiao Huizhu quite a fright.
Her small hand gripped He Pingsheng tightly, but her face was livid as she demanded of Thousand Hooks, "Thousand Hooks... how can you be so rude?"
Before Thousand Hooks could speak, Yin Qing Yu hurried into the courtyard after him. "Junior Sister... I tried to stop him just now, but I couldn't!"
"Martial Nephew Thousand Hooks insisted on coming!"
Their gazes all fell on He Pingsheng's face, but he remained perfectly calm and said nothing.
Then Qiao Huizhu's gaze shifted back to Thousand Hooks. "Martial Nephew Thousand Hooks, what is it?"
Qiao Huizhu spoke extremely coldly.
They were all thousand-year-old foxes; who could fail to see a thing or two?
Thousand Hooks looked