Song Yun wasn't about to let him off that easily. Grabbing the sleeve of the master's robe, he sneered, "Master, you're really putting me in a tough spot here. Though Su Shan can come to you anytime, whether she can return in one piece is another matter altogether. Today, with all this talk of Yellow Springs and little ghosts, you definitely owe us an explanation."
"Baseless accusations!" The master tried to tug his sleeve free, noticing that Song Yun's grip was surprisingly strong. "You bunch of savages, especially your brother. What kind of person is he? He belongs in the eighteenth level of Hell."
"What did you just say?" Xiao Hei, who wasn't even part of the conversation, took offense. I'm the one who's been looking after Black Flood Dragon, waiting on him hand and foot, treating him like a lord, and now I'm nothing to you?
"Apologize." Xiao Hei demanded.
"Why should I?" The master dismissed Xiao Hei without a second glance. It's just a woman. How capable can she be?
