For a time, all sorts of gossip flew everywhere.
Some said he was so hungry that he would set his sights on anything.
Some said he was a toad dreaming of eating swan meat.
The nastier ones even added-
"Since when is this a toad trying to eat swan meat? This is clearly a toad hankering after an old goose!"
During those days, wherever Lu Qingshan went, people pointed and whispered. He had been unable to hold his head up for a full eight hundred years.
But that was not even what infuriated him most.
From then on, Zhou Qingyi had decided his intentions were crooked and bad-mouthed him in front of others every few days.
Calling him a toad dreaming of swan meat or telling him to piss a puddle and take a good look at his own reflection were among her milder insults.
Worst of all, she had even gone to Mu Qinglan to sow discord, saying that Lu Qingshan behaved indecently and telling her to keep a close watch on him. As a result, the Sect's female elders often gave him a wide berth whenever they saw him.
Lu Qingshan had been so furious that he nearly spat blood.
Ever since then, whenever he spotted Zhou Qingyi in the distance while out and about, he immediately took a detour.
He had no choice.
In terms of status, he could not compare to her.
In terms of strength, he stood even less chance.
He could neither outargue her nor beat her in a fight. What else could he do but hide?
But things were different now.
Standing at the foot of the mountain, Lu Qingshan touched the Storage Ring tucked against his chest, and his spine immediately straightened a little.
Today, he had come bearing spirit stones!
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