"Yue Rong, when the elders are discussing matters again, where is it your place to speak? Step down now," the Palace Master seated on the throne said sternly.
Yun Yueting knew that her Master was scolding her at this moment to protect her. She respectfully agreed, about to step down, when she heard Cen Yuzhu burst into giggling laughter.
"Niece Yue Rong, there's no need for proof that Zheng Ming is inferior to Zhuo Yingkang. Anyone with eyes could see that," Cen Yuzhu said.
"Niece, you're defending Zheng Ming so fervently. Could it be that you have developed certain feelings for him?"
Yun Yueting's face instantly turned crimson. She had not expected that her uncle, whom she had always respected, would say such a thing.
Just as she was at a loss for words, she heard Cen Yuzhu say, "Sister, dear elders, this Sword Conference relates to the life and death of our Sword Burial Palace. Please consider the bigger picture and allow Zhuo Yingkang the use of the Sword-drawing bead."
