As soon as Yun Yi spoke, Ling Piaomu realized that the knife in Yun Yi’s hand was likely intended for her.
Hearing Yun Yi’s words, ng Yunhe’s expression changed slightly as well.
It was actually directed at Ling Piaomu.
What did Ling Piaomu do to provoke her?
Though puzzled, ng Yunhe quickly left.
ng Yunhe was gone, leaving only Ling Piaomu and Yun Yi.
Ling Piaomu looked at Yun Yi, who was leisurely playing with the dagger, and spoke a bit warily, "Miss Yun, do you have sothing to discuss with ?"
Yun Yi didn’t answer Ling Piaomu’s question imdiately but looked at Ling Piaomu, "Na?"
Hearing Yun Yi’s question, Ling Piaomu’s expression changed slightly.
After all, she was a renowned Divine Doctor in the Ancient Martial Arts World, and although her interactions with Yun Yi were indeed limited, the fact that Yun Yi didn’t know her na made Ling Piaomu feel a bit embarrassed.
"Ling Piaomu." Despite her displeasure, Ling Piaomu obediently stated her na.
Yun Yi listened and nodded lightly, "Ling? What is your relationship with Ling Yilin?"
As Yun Yi spoke, Ling Piaomu’s expression grew more awkward, but she still truthfully answered Yun Yi’s question, "He is my Big Senior Brother."
Yun Yi lazily squinted her beautiful peach blossom eyes, muttering softly, "Ling Yilin’s junior sister."
Ling Piaomu stood quietly, waiting for Yun Yi to continue.
She waited for several seconds but did not hear Yun Yi speak again. Instead, she was greeted by Yun Yi’s dagger.
"Sss~"
The dagger grazed Ling Piaomu’s cheek, leaving a cut from which blood flowed down her face. The dagger severed a lock of her hair and embedded itself into a tree behind her.
Ling Piaomu imdiately raised her hand to cover the wound on her face, glaring at Yun Yi, "What are you doing?"
With a smile on her lips, Yun Yi advanced towards Ling Piaomu step by step.
Seeing this, the anger in Ling Piaomu’s eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by fear.
Yun Yi stopped in front of Ling Piaomu, looked at her, and carelessly said, "For Ling Yilin’s sake, this ti I’ll only give you a cut and sever a strand of your hair. If in the future, you dare speak ill of the child again..."
As she spoke, Yun Yi paused, her gaze shifting to Ling Piaomu’s mouth, "Next ti, it will be your tongue."
Ling Piaomu retreated two steps sharply, raising her eyes to glare at Yun Yi, her eyes full of terror.
At the sa ti, her heart was full of confusion, what child?
When did she ever speak ill of a child?
Unaware of the questions in her heart, Yun Yi shifted her gaze, looking at the dagger not far away. With a grasp in the air, the dagger returned to her hand.
Stowing the dagger away and just about to leave, Yun Yi suddenly turned her head, looked at Ling Piaomu, and said, "By the way, my family’s child is called Gu Zhiqi."
Ling Piaomu: ???
You call a seventeen-year-old a child?!
**
The next day, from the morning, Gu Zhiqi, Gu Xiyue, and ng Yunhe were busy drawing talismans in the pavilion.
Due to Yun Yi’s intimidation, Ling Piaomu dared not appear before Gu Zhiqi again, going to find Ling Yuxuan early in the morning.
In the afternoon, Jin Cenglv and Lv Yao arrived.
Jin Cenglv ca from the Imperial Capital, and Lv Yao ca from Yan City.
Their flights arrived at the dical Alliance simultaneously.
As Lv Yao got off the plane, he imdiately saw Jin Cenglv, who was wrapped up tightly. He quickly raised his arm and waved at Jin Cenglv, "Senior Sister!"
Calling out as he ran briskly towards Jin Cenglv.
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