Reasonable?
Who the hell knows if it's reasonable.
Wang Siyu felt like she was an egg being roasted over a fire, inexplicably questioned by a group of people about where their disciples had gone.
Why an egg?
Well, Tang—brains oozing, cooked thoroughly, but still just an egg.
"Don't ask me."
These people were nothing short of a pain: all tough to deal with, all outrageously demanding, not to mention a full generation older and every single one of them boasting prestigious statuses. If Wang Siyu weren't backed by the Dragon Lake Mountain and Baicao Sect, she might've already been roasted alive into a salted duck egg, bowing down to admit fault.
Honestly, she kind of wanted to bow and admit fault right now, but the problem was she had no idea what even happened on Dragon Tiger Mountain. There was no reason to bow—not like she could just wish everyone an early Happy New Year, it was still a whole month away, way too soon.
