"Who's been talking behind my cousin's back?" a voice came from the third floor of the pavilion, descending the stairs.
Immediately, a group of people came up, led by a young man dressed in a brocade robe.
"I could hear your voices all the way on the second floor," the brocade-robed youth snorted coldly and said indifferently, "Who was wagging their tongue just now?"
"I don't know," the man in black clothes hurriedly shook his head and said.
"Do you know what crime it is to slander the Saintess of the Baili Family?" the youth in brocade said, "If nobody is willing to come forward, all of you here will accompany me to the Baili Family."
Upon hearing this, everyone's fingers pointed at the man in black clothes.
The man in black's face changed dramatically, and he involuntarily stepped back a few paces.
The young man in brocade slowly drew the longsword in his hand, step by step he approached, the longsword gleaming with a sharp aura.
