"Brat, you'll be punished for running your mouth!" the skinny young man from before said, giving Nie Yun an icy look.
"That's enough!" Just as everyone was murmuring amongst themselves and shooting contemptuous looks at Nie Yun, a sharp voice cut through the noise. Their miss, Yi Qing, had emerged from her tent.
"Miss, this brat…" The skinny young man rushed forward a few steps as soon as he saw her, a respectful look on his face. But before he could finish, Yi Qing cut him off. "Save it. I heard everything. Nie Yun, I don't care what your origins are. If you're going to travel with us, you will follow the rules. Cry wolf about bandits again, and I won't be so polite!"
Yi Qing's voice was sharp and her expression severe as she stared at Nie Yun.
"But… there really are bandits!" Nie Yun was speechless. He never expected his warning to be so thoroughly unappreciated.
