580 A Cup of Flower Tea (2/2)

Ning Que looked at her calmly and asked, ”If there is no evidence, do not speak without thinking.”

Quni Madi laughed coldly and said, ”Back then, the Great Divine Priest of Light determined that the Son of Yama had descended upon the residence of the Xuanwei General in Chang'an. Now, you are the only living person from that General's Mansion. If you are not the Son of Yama, then who is?”

”So it seems like you are talking about my wife's teacher.”

Ning Que said, ”But he is already dead, hence he cannot be a witness. Moreover, even if what you have said were his last words, this piece of evidence doesn't have any effect... Even a person with the best sight could make blunders. Do not forget that because of this, he was defeated by the abbey dean and was imprisoned in the West-Hill Divine Palace for more than ten years. If you insist that he is right, are you saying that the abbey dean and the West-Hill Divine Palace are wrong?”

Quni Madi was at a loss of words. Even if she had a high rank and was greatly respected among the Buddhism Sect and the secular world, she didn't dare to criticize an unworldly sublime being like the abbey dean of the Zhishou Abbey in front of everyone.

Ning Que looked at her and shook his head and said, ”I really don't know what to say.”

He then looked toward Cheng Lixue and asked, ”I am not here to stir anything. I do not think that she has the guts to disrespect the entire Haotian Taoism either, but what have we said earlier? What about the entire family dying?”

Cheng Lixue smiled bitterly without saying anything. He thought to himself that even if Ning Que wasn't afraid of offending anyone, he didn't want to form a deep grudge with the old lady.

Even though Quni Madi didn't know about the conversation between Ning Que and Chen Lixue, upon hearing about the whole family dying, she knew it wasn't something good. Moreover, these words had hurt her the deepest; a sadness and anger rose up her heart and her wrinkles were filled with venomous intentions.

Ning Que looked at her peacefully and said, ”If you do not wish to cause trouble for the Yuelun Kingdom, then please say something meaningful. Even though your position is low, you are not young. Do not cause a mess like you did in the Wilderness.”

His voice was calm and he didn't appear bitter. However, between those words, there was a taste of the younger generation reprimanding the older generation which couldn't be concealed.

Quni Madi grew even angrier as her whole body trembled.

Master Boshu furrowed his brows slightly, almost as if he was dissatisfied with Ning Que.

There was a heated dispute in the hall but it was meaningless. Sangsang knew that Ning Que wasn't willing to lose out when it came to a fight or a war of words. That is why she wasn't too worried, and was even a little oblivious.

She accepted a cup of tea from Guan Hai.

The tea wasn't the clear tea that Master Qishan was used to but rather, it was flower tea.

Sangsang lowered her head, smelling the sweet and pure tea smell from the tea leaves that were mixed but could still be clearly seen. She felt that she rather liked it when she looked at the little jasmine flowers that had slowly floated to the top.

Ning Que suddenly felt restless.

Sangsang brought up the cup of tea and placed it to her lips, just as she was about to take a sip, she felt uneasy. Her brows raised slightly and with a light wrist motion, she set the cup of tea down.

The Flower Addict Lu Chenjia was exceptionally quiet in the hall today, not saying a word.

Even though she was the Princess of the Yuelun Kingdom and was a key nurtured figure in the West-Hill Divine Palace, in a situation like this, whether it was her position or her power she could only rank at the bottom. Hence, it was only right for her to keep quiet.

Moreover, since coming to Tile Mountain, she had always been quiet. Even her emotions were indifferent and hence, no one in the hall noticed anything unusual.

However, just as Sangsang raised the cup of tea, she lifted her head.

Liu Chenjia still had a cold indifferent look in her eyes, just like the cold look she gave Ning Que at the Tile Mountain. However, if one looked at her closely, one could see that her flower-like lips were trembling.

It was nervousness and excitement.

She looked at Sangsang raising her brows, almost as if she was preparing for her to place the cup down.

Lu Chenjia pursed her quivering lips into a cold smile; she squeezed a small flower with her fingers and broke it from the stem as the petals scattered.

A faint aura was instantly released from her sleeves.

The teacup in Sangsang's hands underwent a shocking change.

The jasmine flower that was slowly rising in the clear tea seemed to have some vitality injected into it as it started blooming. Several petals left the stem and fought their way out of the tea, slamming into Sangsang's face with a powerful aura!

The teacup had just left Sangsang's lips and was very near her face; it was too close for her to react.

Whether it was the West-Hill Divine Skill or the newly learned Dharma, it was too late to react.

Sangsang opened her eyes and saw the jasmine flower petals that were left in the tea flying towards her.

At this moment, she only had time to think about it slightly.