"Miss Sangxi, you've gone too far," said Andre, who had just seen to Lu Hong's lodgings before going straight to the cultivation room where Sangxi was.
The acts Sangxi had committed were clearly deliberate provocations, and Andre did not understand why she would sever all possible retreats for Lu Hong and the Bassa family.
"Uncle Andre," Sangxi opened her eyes, emerging from meditation with a smile, "Two years ago, did you not propose to the Elders' Council to consider me as a seed for a family alliance through marriage?"
Andre's expression suddenly darkened. "That's in the past. Why do you keep harping on it? Besides, do you think I intended to betroth you to that boy?"
"Who knows?" More than two years ago, Andre had wanted to use Sangxi in exchange for a powerful ally for the Bassa family. But each young talent or child of an influential family that Andre had in mind had been killed off by Sangxi's designs.
