Baili Changhuan was feeling guilty: "I'm sorry, I'll compensate you with a new set, or two sets? Don't be angry, you're the only friend I can talk to..."
Fei Miao cursed in a low voice: "Can you afford it? You only have three spirit stones on you, and the gifts were all picked from the warehouse of our Yuehua Pavilion..."
Still not satisfied, he glared at Baili Changhuan fiercely: "Who is your friend?"
Baili Changhuan habitually coaxed people: "Okay, okay, Pavilion Master Feimiao, I was wrong. Please be magnanimous and don't bother with me..."
As they were talking, Little Lightning passed by behind them and said calmly, "Xiao Baili, are you coaxing your wife?"
After saying that, he walked towards where Yan Huailiu was and sat down next to the main seat without any hesitation.
He had no idea how much impact his unintentional words had on the two of them.
Fei Miao's face suddenly turned red, and it was unclear whether it was because of anger or shame.
Baili Changhuan seemed to have been poisoned and silenced. His words to comfort others were stuck in his throat. After a long time, he stammered and explained, "Don't, he's just talking nonsense. I didn't..."
Fei Miao punched him hard, stood up and quickly left the hall.
Some monks who had been observing this side looked at each other with amusement on their faces. This drama was so exciting.
Murong Gong, who was specifically reminded of his advantageous position, began to write at full speed.
"Brother Baili, why are you standing there? Our Pavilion Master is angry, why don't you hurry over?"
Reminded by the female cultivator from Yuehua Pavilion, Baili Changhuan quickly chased after him.
In the main seat, Little Lightning impatiently tugged at the small chain surrounding Yan Huailiu, signaling him to set up a soundproof barrier.
After making sure no one heard, he turned around and said, "I've thought about it carefully, and the method you mentioned should be feasible."
Yan Huailiu sat up straight in an instant.
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