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Sang Qingxiao directly questioned their intentions for sparring, bringing up the banners of the Yong Family and the Fifth Family, eager to see how they would respond.
Qi Hao took a sip of tea. "Miss Sang, I'm just passing along a message for a friend. You don't need to raise your voice like that. As a lady, it's unbecoming to have such a temper and hostility."
"Hostility? Is there any? I just spoke a bit louder; anyone outside should be able to hear me, which saves you from relaying messages back and forth," she retorted. "Besides, I'm not wrong. Those people outside look at me with disdain, their noses in the air and eyes filled with contempt. They don't seem interested in sparring at all; it's more like they are filled with greed and disdain, their expressions quite complex."
"It's said that birds of a feather flock together. How could the Qi Family Head associate with such people? Even if I lack your worldly experience, I can tell those are not good folks."
"The Qi Family Head is in a high position and needs to navigate carefully and maintain balance. However, some forces are best left untouched. You might think you can control the situation, but little do you know, they have set the stage, waiting for you to fall into their trap."
"Miss Sang has quite the sharp tongue; does she ever consider who she's speaking to?" Qi Hao remarked.
"The truth can be hard to hear, but it comes from the heart," he replied.
"Ah, forget it. I initially wanted to mediate for Miss Sang, but since you've spoken up so boldly, I feel inadequate and think you don't need my help after all."
Sang Qingxiao was puzzled. "Help? What do you mean?"
"Perhaps it would be better if those few came in to speak with you directly; I won't interfere any longer."
The Gray-Haired Old Sorcerer entered with four others, immediately taking an aggressive stance.
Sang Qingxiao finally understood their purpose and witnessed their shamelessness without limits. "You little thief! Finally caught you!"
"A thief?" Sang Qingxiao lazily responded, continuing to listen.
"You stole our family's secret techniques and dare to flaunt it everywhere! This is too much! We are here today to take you down!"
"Oh? So this is about coveting my Cultivation Method? The villain strikes first and then accuses others?"
Sang Qingxiao shot a playful glance at Qi Hao. "Is this all you've got?"
Qi Hao adopted an indifferent attitude.
Seeing one person still silent, Sang Qingxiao smiled and asked, "What about you? Are you also here to accuse me of stealing your family's Cultivation Method?"
"I am from the Jin Family. Our ancestral Spirit Level Demon Catching Lock was stolen years ago. Hearing that your martial technique bears some resemblance, I came to take a look."
Sang Qingxiao nodded. "So now that you've seen it, do you think my martial technique resembles your family's ancestral demon-catching lock?"
The response was vague; it looked similar yet not quite the same. They would need to investigate further. After all, it was possible that the martial technique had changed its appearance after being stolen.
The words were shameless yet clever, waiting for the situation to unfold, able to advance or retreat with ease. If she won, she would deny any provocation immediately; if she lost, this weapon would become the property of the Jin Family.
The Jin Family, I had indeed heard of them. They were one of the oldest families in the Demon Catching Realm, skilled in the art of demon trapping. Years ago, they had assisted the demon clan in crafting traps, but after the decline of the demon clan, they specialized in making traps for catching demons.
Young lady, you must not speak carelessly; our Jin Family has never conducted business with the demon clan!
It's not that you shouldn't speak carelessly; it's that you simply shouldn't speak at all.
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