"Uncle Changfeng sure knows how to joke; it was clearly you, as an elder, who first acted inappropriately." Lu Xingyan said with a laugh while simultaneously reaching out to grab Yuezheng Yan's wrist.
Yuezheng Yan, puzzled by her sudden action, was pulled into a stumble, and dashed after Lu Xingyan as she took the lead.
"Uncle Changfeng, relying on your status and authority, even slanders your disciples; why should I save face for you?" By the time Lu Xingyan spoke these words, she had already dragged Yuezheng Yan to the main seat, hiding behind Jiufang Qingyao.
At the same time, where they had been standing, the floor was scarred with deep grooves by a Wind Blade, and the whole hall trembled.