"Fourth Brother, even if he didn't mean it, he has still offended me. We can't just let this go," Yang Yanyu said.
Yang Pojun scratched his head, chuckling, "So what do you propose we do?"
Yang Yanyu glowered at Fang Lin, "He looks like bad news. I want to tie him up and throw him into the city moat."
Both Yang Pojun and Fang Lin were left speechless. She really had the gall to suggest throwing Fang Lin into the city moat, knowing well who he was. Wasn't she just putting the Purple Mist Sect in an awkward position?
Fang Lin retorted, "For a princess, you certainly don't act like one. Always talking about cutting off hands or throwing people into the river, anyone would mistake you for a hooligan."
Yang Pojun squirmed uncomfortably in agreement. Indeed, his sister was starting to seem no less than a ruffian.
Angrily, Yang Yanyu reiterated her intent to throw Fang Lin into the city moat.
