Hou Niao played dumb, "My house has no east window! Disciple also doesn't understand what Uncle-Master is saying."
Yu Zhengxing sneered, "Is that so? Then who was it that colluded with a disciple from the Buddhist Sect to torment Soul Ghosts for two months at West Mang Mountain a year ago? Was it not you? Or was it perhaps Xiang Zhiwen?"
Hou Niao shut up. In the Cultivation World, some things cannot truly be concealed and are riddled with loopholes; to high-ranking cultivators, if they wish to know, then they inevitably will.
Still a bit rebellious, "Such a big monster, and it even tattles in private!"
Yu Zhengxing shouted, "If it hadn't tattled, it would have directly taken your life! Otherwise, do you think in Yinling, it would have been difficult for a Huan-Pi Ghost to find you?"
Hou Niao was somewhat surprised, "Uncle-Master, have I actually become one of the bargaining chips?"
Yu Zhengxing snorted and couldn't be bothered to reply.
