"That's far too rude," the old priest exclaimed. "Quickly untie them."
But judging by her expression, she too was torn between tears and laughter.
With a flick of his fingers, Qing Bazi's vine snaked back towards him like a serpent, coiling around his arm.
The one with messy hair sat up with a flop, still utterly bemused.
The other, somewhat leaner one used his hands to push himself off the ground and stand up. Despite some mud on his face, his features were still clearly handsome.
"We'll talk about the Matterhunt later, and I'll provide Qing Bazi with a satisfactory answer," said Qing Jiuye, stepping forward. "But now, we have three Dragon God envoys to deal with. What should we do?"
"You won't be the one to give the answer," Qing Qishu gritted his teeth. "Stopping the Matterhunt was my decision; I'll be the one to satisfy Bazi!"
