Clearly, his disciple was displeased, yet he indeed had been excessive. How could he flirt with the Empress Dowager and the Empress time and again in front of his own disciple?
Change... a change was imperative. It seemed that next time, he would have to involve his eldest disciple as well, to share the same blanket. Only in this way could he settle his eldest disciple's heart.
"Who is this person?"
Fang Yang's gaze flickered as he looked at Xiao Yingxue, who lay on the ground wearing black tight-fitting clothes, her face sharp, with a scar at the corner of her eye. He deftly changed the subject. At this moment, Ye Qinghong had finally begun to calm down, took a deep breath, and hastily spoke to his master.
"Reporting to Master, this disciple does not know who she is, but it seems she came to assassinate Master. So... this disciple captured her first."
"Assassinate me?"
Fang Yang raised his eyebrows, his interest piqued as he looked towards Xiao Yingxue, truly feeling curious.
