"Huh?"
Tang Ningshuang looked utterly surprised. "Are we really going back?"
"Yes. Let's go!"
Jiang Xiaobai nodded.
Exactly. He was being squeezed from both sides now, and both sides were pissing him off.
In that case, he would naturally make both sides share in his displeasure.
Besides, this person had asked him to provide the tune's name, yet now that he had come, they would not even let him inside?
What kind of joke was this?!
Was his work worth so little?
So... if he was pissed off, then nobody else would get to be fucking happy either!
"Then... all right!"
Tang Ningshuang agreed, took Jiang Xiaobai's arm again, and pushed off, hurtling toward the Terrace Tower.
"Oh, no!"
Just after they left, a maid emerged from the white-gauze pavilion. As she watched Jiang Xiaobai's retreating figure, shock was plain on her face.
He really left?!
After stamping her foot, the maid stormed back into the pavilion and addressed the figure inside. "Sect Master!"
"That man has some nerve! I... I only said a couple of things, and he actually walked off just like that!"
Silence lingered inside the pavilion for a moment.
Then a refreshing voice, lovely as music from heaven, rang out. "No need. But... your words were indeed inappropriate just now. Be more careful next time!"
"Otherwise, that temper of yours will make you suffer sooner or later!"
"Oh. Yes, Sect Master..."
The maid lowered her head at those words, but she was clearly still unconvinced. Turning back, she continued glaring at Jiang Xiaobai's receding figure and clenched her fists hard.
Meanwhile, Tang Ningshuang brought Jiang Xiaobai back to the Terrace Tower.
The instant they landed, Jiang Xiaobai let out another sigh of relief.
That round trip had truly been more thrilling than a roller coaster ride.