Huang Qingyue was about to refute, but Yun chujiu looked at Yin Zhenhua with contempt and said,
“If I Were you, I wouldn’t look for trouble at this time.
“There’s a problem with the mixed spirit pool, and now the higher-ups of the sect are in a terrible situation. Yet, you’re stirring up a dispute at this juncture. Do you believe that if the higher-ups punish you, elder Yin will be the first to push you out as a scapegoat?”
Yin Zhenhua was stunned at first, then he sneered again and again:
“Even if you want to find an excuse to escape, you should at least make up a decent lie. There’s a problem with the mixed spirit pool? I think there’s something wrong with your brain?”
Su Yingxue walked forward. “Junior Sister Yun didn’t lie. There’s indeed a problem with the mixed spirit pool. If you don’t believe me, you can ask he qiaosheng, who is on good terms with you. I saw him coming out of the mixed spirit pool just now.”
