"Zhang Zhi, what nonsense are you talking about? I've never been a player, and I truly care for Xiao Yun," Yu Qingli said annoyed, glaring at the middle-aged male cultivator. Then, he quickly turned to look at the maid Xiao Yun who hadn't walked far and swiftly tried to make amends.
Seeing his reaction, Zhang Zhi immediately broke into laughter, and the other two male cultivators at the table also showed smiles, while the only female cultivator's face displayed displeasure.
"You have the nerve to talk about true feelings, pah."
A cultivator dressed as a scholar immediately chimed in, "Fairy Hua is right, Yu Qingli, how many female cultivators have you truly cared for? Can you even count them all?"
Yu Qingli, both angry and anxious, could only fling his sleeve and say dryly, "If you don't believe me, forget it."
Everyone laughed and joked for a while, but seeing Yu Qingli dejected and no longer retorting, they lost interest.
