Di Beiming's aura suddenly changed. He stood up and took a few steps forward. "Xue Wuji, isn't the lesson I taught you a few days ago enough? Do you want your Demon Blood Sect's territory to shrink by another ten percent?!"
Xue Wuji sneered. "Di Beiming, are you angry because you're humiliated? Little Sister Jiu, look. He's guilty! You must keep your eyes open!"
Yun Chujiu acted as if she did not see the tense atmosphere between the two of them. She smiled and said, "Yes, Brother Wuji, I know! A good person like you will be rewarded! As a token of my gratitude, I'll give brother Wuji a poem."
Xue Wuji was very proud. "Little Sister Jiu, you are really talented. You even know how to write poems? Recite it!"
