The scholar stepped back in alarm. Xiao Qiu sternly seized Zheng Dong's arm — "Little Dong!"
But the next sentence still came out full-voiced from the young man's throat, "What kind of slut did Shang Huaitong come from!"
The surrounding area, and even the entire meeting place, was quiet for a moment.
The scholar's face was pale, it was only now that he recalled the rumors about the discord between Cui Yu Sect of Sword Gate and Qi Jiao Dong.
"Right, I apologize, it is my fault..." He thought Zheng Dong was also a disciple of Cui Yu Sect, and stumbled out, "Right, Master Shang's reputation is indeed not good, but Miss Li is bright and clear."
"Ignore my apprentice brother's nonsense! He's not a disciple of Cui Yu Sect either." Xiao Qiu raised his voice, "The three Sects have their own merits, there's nothing to compare."
Zheng Dong wanted to speak, but Xiao Qiu's cold gaze forced him to step down: "Apologize!"
Zheng Dong pretended not to hear.
