Once Zhang Yuanxing and Uncle Xong faded from view, Yuan Luoxi’s anger dissipated.

She gently pursed her pink lips, a hint of trepidation on her brow as she lowered her head, not daring to meet Su Yi’s gaze. “Mystic Master, you… You’re not angry, are you?”

Cheng Wuyong hurriedly cupped his fist and said apologetically, “Mystic Master, we’re well aware that with the methods at your disposal, you could have killed them both. It’s just, we thought that since this incident arose because of us, we ought to resolve it ourselves. This would prevent you from being implicated any further.”

Yuan Luoxi hurriedly nodded. “That’s exactly it.”

Seeing this, waves coursed through Fu Shan’s heart once more. 

When she faced Zhang Yuanxing, Yuan Luoxi was aggressive and unreasonable, not the least bit concerned that this might offend the prefectural capital’s Zhang Family. But when she faced Su Yi, the pearl of the Yuan Family was as nervous as a child who’d made a mistake.

Then there was Cheng Wuyong, a peak Qi Accumulation expert. He was nearly a peak expert even by the standards of the prefectural capital, but he was every bit as scrupulously polite as Yuan Luoxi.

The difference in attitude was enormous!

Fu Shan pondered briefly, then bowed in solemn greeting. “Master Su, it was I who brought them here, inadvertently...