The girl met Chen Chang Sheng’s gaze indifferently and responded with a cold laugh: “What? Have I said anything that’s a lie?”
Chen Chang Sheng quietly considered for a while, then replied: “Your words are correct.”
The girl looked at him in disdain, “So where am I wrong then? In what way are you worthy of Senior You Rong?”
“She might really be a Phoenix.”
Chen Chang Sheng said.
“But I am most definitely not a toad.”
He was also going to express that the toad wasn’t interested in the Phoenix, but was interrupted by the girl, who mockingly said: “Oh, so you’re not a toad because you say you’re not? Then who were they all laughing at?”
“I do not know who they were laughing at.”
Chen Chang Sheng suddenly shifted his gaze towards the deeper regions of the Cedrus trees, stating: “But I do know someone that will disagree with the idea of me being a toad.”
Unknown to all, the doors to a guesthouse had been opened and from inside, Gou Han Shi and his three junior disciples from Li Shan Sword Sect emerged, they crossed the woods and arrived at the divine avenue.
Gou Han Shi managed to hear the girl’s previous words and understood the allusions behind them, his expression was hard to read, as he shook his head and said: “You’re naturally not a toad, if you were, then what would that make me?”
The laughter suddenly subsided, leaving a wake of silence.