Just as Xie Tian had predicted, Chu Lingxian's expression was grim at that moment within the small courtyard.
"I seem to recall telling you not to speak of this matter."
A light whisper coming from the befuddled Daoist Master Chu Lingxian carried a hint of superiority that Zhou Si found somewhat inexplicable.
"Could it be that this Wu Shang is some big shot..."
Zhou Si was at a loss, glancing at the composed Chu Lingxian before stating indifferently, "Wu Shang, you must realize that if Xie Tian represents the Zhou family in the combat trials of the Three Thousand Battle Rankings, my Zhou family's face will be greatly damaged, this…"
Chu Lingxian, thirty years old, had never argued with anyone, so he did not know how to quarrel with Zhou Si.
Thus, he stood up.
"I'm leaving too."
"Hehe," Zhou Si laughed, not taking it seriously, "Drive away Xie Tian, and you stay. The Zhou family will give you a hundred thousand seventh-tier Spirit Stones."
