"You sure ran off fast, brat. You said you were going to support your third disciple, so how did that turn into leaving and never coming back?"
"You just threw up your hands and ran off with all that work left?"
Yuyang Daozi stood in the center of the Main Hall, pointing at Chu Xingchen's nose as he continued his scolding without hesitation:
"You were the one who called me over to help, and you promised all the Spring Warmth we could drink once the job was done. Then the job was done, and you were nowhere to be seen."
"Forget Spring Warmth. We couldn't even see that face of yours that's begging for a beating."
Inside the Main Hall.
Li Yingling sipped her tea in silence, glancing sideways at her master.
Judging by those words alone, this certainly sounded like something her master would do, and it was hardly decent of him.
After all, if someone could point at her master's nose without his venomous tongue striking back, it could only mean he really was in the wrong, and these two really were on good terms with him.
If they weren't close, given her master's temperament, he would have argued a few points even without a leg to stand on.
Sandong, who had originally intended to listen to a story, now held a red bean bun with a bite taken out of it and looked at the two strangers, somewhat at a loss.
It clutched the red bean bun, the filling nearly spilling out. Sandong wanted to hurry and finish it, but the atmosphere seemed rather serious, and it wondered whether eating would be inappropriate and make it seem rude.
Still, Sandong could more or less tell that these two were probably friends their Sect Leader knew, so it