It was as if the whole bad acting scene had never happened.
Matriarch Venomheart was now comfortably seated on an intricately decorated wooden throne, with Sun Yurong calmly making tea beside her. She leaned back in her chair and asked, "So, about this Wu Mingyu... you're not going to tell me anything?"
Sun Yurong smiled as she expertly strained the tea leaves into the cups. "Why would I know more than I should about my disciple?" she replied, her tone calm.
Venomheart rested her head on her palm, giving Sun Yurong a sidelong glance. "I find it strange that a rogue cultivator just waltzed into this sect out of the blue without any clear info on who they are or what they're after. Don't forget why this sect was founded and why we're training all these young women, okay?"
