The other man's smile only fanned the flames of his anger.
He spun around and strode over.
He fixed Song Yan with a burning stare. "What are you laughing at?"
Faced with this sudden challenge, Song Yan froze briefly, then reined in his smile.
He said mildly, "No offense intended. The little snake doesn't know any better..."
He lowered his head to look at Xiao He. "I'll be sure to discipline her strictly when we get back."
As Kong Yun saw it, the man naturally knew he was no match for his elder brother. He had talked big earlier, but now he dared not say a word.
He immediately sneered. "Since you dared boast that my brother isn't as good as you, why not get up on the platform and fight him?!"
At Kong Yun's denunciation, the surroundings abruptly fell silent.
Everyone's gazes converged on them, unsure what had happened over there.
At the edge of the Sword-Discussion Platform, a tall young female cultivator with a sultry figure was hugging a wine jar and letting out drunken hiccups.
Her sitting posture was exceedingly unladylike. Beside her, Junior Sister Gu Qingqing scrambled to cover something up for her, her little face bright red.
"Senior Sister Yuwen! Y-you... sit up properly!"
"I won't!"
Gu Qingqing was fuming too, thoroughly displeased with her drunken senior sister. "If I'd known you came here to drink, I wouldn't have come with you!"
"Nonsense!"
The drunken female cultivator straightened up, seemingly about to say something serious.
In fact, it was nothing serious.
"I clearly came to spar with Kong You! Don't you go talking nonsense when you get back to the peak!"
"Well, he's finished his bout now, so why aren't you going up there?"
*The sooner you finish, the sooner we can get back to