Qin Jiu grew angry, snapped the branch in his hand, and let the roasted sparrow fall into the fire.
"Hey, be careful!"
Xiao Ai, worried that their rare meat would be ruined by the fisherman, quickly retrieved it and decided to roast it herself.
"Why are you so worked up? It's not like this doesn't happen in other sects. It's just that Mount Song is more blatant, almost completely leaning toward the aristocratic clans. If we lower-class folks don't stick together a bit, we might as well leave the mountain early. You can go marry your Xiao Li, and I'll find a wealthy man to marry. Forget cultivating immortality; at least we'd have a full meal."
Qin Jiu threw the snapped branch into the fire in frustration.
