The high crown Daoist saw this and quickly rebuked, saying, "Nephew, don't be rude. This is Daoist Ou Zuqing, my friend."
The brocade-robed Daoist's expression remained unchanged, utterly indifferent to the sword light. He sneered, "The past grudges, I don't wish to say much about. Your dead master once took a Red Tiger Inner Core from me, promising to return it in ten years. But now, he's already gone into reincarnation, leaving no account of the matter."
The events of that year had other underlying causes; he indeed suffered considerable losses. But as Elder Zhu was a senior elder of the Mingcang Sect, he dared not confront him directly. Now that Elder Zhu had reincarnated, he naturally had no scruples about it.
Yuan Yanhui furrowed her slender brows and said, "Senior Ou, for now I shall address you as senior. Let us put this matter aside for now, but I must ask you not to insult my late master in your words!"
