Fang Qingyuan paid no mind to Tu Dai'Er's mocking tone, but her words warranted his serious consideration.
However, after thinking about that finger-point from just now, his conviction firmed. 'What's there to be afraid of? Can Black Wind Valley really just come and shit on the Beast Taming Sect's head?'
'Lechuan's got my back. What's wrong with me hearing a few secrets?'
'I've cultivated for a hundred years, finally reached Golden Core, and worked my ass off to build up this sect. What's wrong with listening in?!'
So, Fang Qingyuan nodded and said,
"Go on, I'm listening. Let's see how you explain this."
Tu Dai'Er wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. She had now recovered her previous composure. She sat down calmly, picked up the fragrant tea, and inhaled its scent. Only after a long moment did she speak.
