Yang Zhen, dragging Medicine Elder out the door, had his naughty cat sitting on his shoulder, looking at people pretentiously as if itching for a fight, especially when there were many people around. The cat behaved in such an obnoxiously way as if it owned a gold mine.
"Where is the young lady, and what happened?"
A look of anger swept across Medicine Elder's face. After a sigh, he said, "Miss Youyue has had a tough time. Ever since she became the master of Changyue Tower, she has devoted all of her cultivation time to the affairs of the tower."
"Get to the point!" Yang Zhen narrowed his eyes.
Medicine Elder glanced at Yang Zhen and said, "We went to see the same Grandmaster today, and unexpectedly Grandmaster Ma and Elder Tie were also there, humiliating her with their words. In a fury, Miss Youyue decided to engage in a 'bial dān' match with them!"
"Bian dān?" Yang Zhen blinked. "What on earth is 'bian dān'?"
