Feng Xian'er walked gracefully up to Ling Yun and held out her right hand, looking sleepy.
"Hand it over."
"Hand... hand over... what?"
"The Biluō Purple Cauldron."
Ling Yun's face alternated between green and white.
In the end, he obediently took the Biluō Purple Cauldron out of his Storage Ring and personally placed it in Feng Xian'er's hand with both hands.
Feng Xian'er accepted the Biluō Purple Cauldron, casually tossed it to Lin Shisan, then held out her right hand again.
"Fifty thousand Spirit Stones."
"Martial Uncle Feng, what... what's going on? When did this disciple ever owe you fifty thousand Spirit Stones?"
Ling Yun froze.
He was so bewildered that he failed to understand what Feng Xian'er meant.
The disciples behind him, including Ling Fengnian and the three Deacons, all looked at Ling Yun.
They were all bewildered. When had he incurred that debt?
Even more bewildered, Ling Yun kept shaking his head. When have I ever owed Feng Xian'er money? How come even I don't know about it?
Then he looked at his second brother, Ling Lei, who was equally bewildered and was looking back at him with the same baffled gaze.
They stared at each other, wide-eyed. What was going on? This seemed like a bad omen.
Feng Xian'er's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, a trace of anger appearing at their corners, mixed with displeasure.
"Weren't you just demanding fifty thousand Spirit Stones in compensation?"
"If my Shisan had to pay fifty thousand for taking your cauldron, shouldn't you also pay fifty thousand for taking my Shisan's cauldron?"
"Ah..."
Ling Yun's face turned green, his mouth opening wide enough to fit a toad.
Was that really how accounts could be settled?
Gu Feiyu and the Deacons from the Gu Household looked rather unhappy too.
Feng Xian'er was giving