"What's the meaning of this?" Zhu Yugu's brow furrowed.
Nie Congyang remained calm: "No other meaning, I'm just speaking the truth; my mother is ill."
Zhu Yugu hit the table again, then remained silent for over a minute.
All the while, Nie Congyang was staring at him.
Zhu Yugu was the Leader, Nie Congyang was the Head Person; in terms of status, Zhu Yugu was higher.
But Nie Congyang was a Seventh Layer Martial Cultivator, Zhu Yugu was a Seventh Layer Cold Cultivator; the distance between them was quite close.
Zhu Yugu pointed to the door: "Go back and take care of your mother first."
Nie Congyang thanked him and left.
Just as he walked out, Zhu Yugu threw the teapot and tea tray to the ground.
Outside, two Support members murmured:
"What's up with Nie today? He insists on challenging the Leader?"
"I don't get it either. Isn't it just a broken pipe? No big deal at all."
"Nie is a smart man; it seems like he truly has an emergency at home and is panicking."
