Ah, silence. If one did not explode into rage to break the silence, then one could only allow the silence to awkwardly persist.
The black-clothed Daoist nun had given an order with her status as a senior martial grandaunt, but none of her disciples had responded. This was the most awkward of situations.
Tang Thirty-Six was able to resolve all awkward situations because he had a very thick skin.
She clearly did not have such a thick skin, so she felt herself in a very awkward situation, which transformed into rage. Her face slightly blushed, her level brows angled downward.
Ye Xiaolian knew that these were signs of her martial grandaunt's fury, which caused her deep concern. She stepped forward to say a few conciliatory words, but she was too late.
With a snort, the Daoist nun's figure blurred. She lunged down the mountain path, her right hand swatting towards Tang Thirty-Six's chest.
