Qin Jiu was speechless, "Wait a second, you threw it straight at my face, and now you're saying I shouldn't catch it?"
Then Big Chrysanthemum jumped out, "Hey! You bunch of lowlifes barging onto the mountain, don't go stirring up trouble! This guy's a disciple of Zhenri Palace, a hostage sent by the Xiao Family of Lanling! If you know what's good for you, get on your knees and beg for forgiveness! Otherwise, I'll report you to the main sect and have them whip you!"
Qin Jiu broke into a sweat, "I already told you—I'm not one of them..."
The Mount Song disciples burst into laughter.
"Hahaha! The Xiao Family, a bunch of defeated dogs whose dynasty has crumbled, and you're proudly using their name?"
"Isn't it true Zhenri Palace hasn't visited our sect for hundreds of years? Who knew they had someone left alive."
"Heh, back in the day, the Xie and Xiao families were equally renowned as noble clans. Guess they're clinging together for warmth now."
