The three sat on the sofa, Tang Qingye in the middle, with the two girls on either side.
Gu Yuena lowered her lashes slightly and looked at Tang Qingye, a trace of guilt in her voice. "Sorry."
Tang Qingye raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of confusion surfacing in his eyes. "Why are you apologizing to me?"
"An idiot pestered me today, so I beat him up. He's a grandson of the Pagoda Master, Qiangu Dongfeng."
Gu Yuena spoke evenly. "I'm afraid hurting him might bring you trouble."
"That's it?"
Upon hearing this, Tang Qingye let out a snort of laughter, a faint light rippling through his eyes. "You only beat him up. It's not like you killed him. What can Qiangu Dongfeng do to us?"
"He's already running around with his head on fire. If people found out his useless son couldn't even beat a young girl, where would he put that old face of his?"
At six years old, Qiangu Zhangting had awakened the Qiangu clan's inherited Martial Soul, the Coiling Dragon Staff, and possessed innate full soul power to boot.
Such talent was as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns even across the continent. Overjoyed, Qiangu Dongfeng had declared on the spot that his grandson was the perfect successor to the position of Spirit Pagoda Master, further elevating his own prestige as well.
Within Spirit Pagoda circles, Qiangu Zhangting had a nickname: the Crown Prince.
This capital city's crown prince had not exactly lived up to expectations, but he had perfectly inherited the Evil-Eyed Lustful Tiger's brothel-going character.
Although the Crown Prince's cultivation was high, how could his half-baked staff techniques compete with Gu Yuena's elements? She did not even need the Silver Dragon Spear to beat him.
It was just a shame about the floor