"... Two monkeys scheming to ambush me? How amusing."
"..."
"..."
"Monkey!?" Master Qingxuan's face twisted like he'd just bitten into week-old tofu... black and blue, veins writhing under his skin like worms trapped in parchment. An insult? That was one thing. But in front of juniors? From a woman? Blasphemy.
His fists clenched, knuckles cracking. Rage boiled over, his voice trembling as he hissed, "You dare..."
Saint Wuji, the opportunist buddha, was no better. Bai Yujian's casual disdain hit him too, though he masked it with a grin sharp enough to gut a fish.
"Good." His teeth gleamed like a merchant spotting free gold. "Let's deal with her... together."
He turned to Qingxuan, voice dripping with fake brotherhood. But beneath the grin? Schemes. Once she's down, the old dog's next. And her? That sword wouldn't be the only thing she'd polish for him.
