Taiping City, South City Gate.
Daoist Longchuan looked at Su Liyan, crying and shouting that it was all a misunderstanding.
Su Liyan, however, stared back at Daoist Longchuan with a deadpan expression and said:
"Stop your whining. I didn't come here to talk about that!"
Back at the Zhao Family's home, Daoist Longchuan had already admitted his mistake. Su Liyan certainly wouldn't go out of her way to do something to him just because of that.
It wasn't worth the trouble.
She had come here on other, more important business.
When Daoist Longchuan heard Su Liyan's words, he immediately fell silent.
He also snuck a glance at his surroundings.
He, Daoist Longchuan, didn't want to make a scene. If anyone saw the famous Daoist Longchuan wailing and crying before a woman...
...it would be utterly humiliating.
Seeing that no one was around, and that his carriage and disciples were far in the distance holding torches, he breathed a sigh of relief.
