Even the usually genial Lin Yuan found herself unable to bear any longer. She looked at Jin Sheng with a mix of pity and amusement, and said with a bitter smile,
"Perhaps it would be best if you, Thirteen Swords, kept quiet from this point forward. When Fang Geyu was only ten, she managed to infuriate Master Huai Bei of the Golden Ray Monastery with just her sharp tongue. He vomited blood to the tune of three litres, his mental state was hindered, and he died on the eve of his tribulation, his lifespan exhausted."
Jin Sheng's eyelid twitched, and he looked at Fang Geyu as if she were a venomous snake, his face carrying a hint of horror. "Wasn't Master Huai Bei supposed to have died peacefully in his sleep? You mean to tell me his tribulation failed because this little wretch got him worked up to death!"
Fang Geyu hummed noncommittally, her expression not one of shame but rather of pride.
