"Nonsense!"
"Master, that's enough, calm down."
Xiuling served Xuanyin tea for moistening the lungs, then gave Xiuchen—who was holding Xiaolong and looking pitiful—an eye signal. She immediately understood and turned to leave the hall. After taking a sip of tea, Xuanyin heaved a sigh, "Look at the mess you've made! Placing her in that weird place, now what has she come up with? That thing clearly isn't decent; releasing it only makes us a laughing stock, suggesting Kunlun can't discipline properly!"
"You," Xiuling moved behind Xuanyin to massage his shoulders, "your disciple has reached her rebellious phase, but you only know how to hit or scold her. She'll just drift further away from you."
"I'd rather act as if I don't have such a creature!"
"Okay, old man, take it easy." Xiuling said with a smile, "I'll go talk to her."
"If only that brat were as sensible as you, I'd have so much less to worry about!"
