"My pestle—" Feng Yun cried out, hoping subconsciously to alleviate the situation.
But she had overestimated her own nerve.
Lying through one's teeth without a prick of conscience was not easy, and when both men turned their gazes upon her, she immediately blushed with embarrassment for her attempt to cover up the truth, wishing a thunderbolt would just strike her dead.
She was full of regret.
If she had known earlier, she should have destroyed it when Luo Yue brought it from the Central Capital...
To pick it up would be wrong, but not to pick it up was also wrong.
It was wrong to say anything, but silence was no better...
Fortunately, Pei Jue quickly relieved her of the awkwardness.
He threw down the Biyong Sword and punched Chunyu Yan in the face.
Chunyu Yan, who had been staring spellbound at the rolling jade, had not anticipated Pei Jue's sudden attack.
"Pei Wangzhi, you are going too far!"
