So much so that he hastily retreated, tiptoeing across the surface of the lake, leaving behind a parting word
"Think it over carefully."
Having said that, he left.
Su Yan held the invitation, glanced at it several times, then tossed it aside.
At this time, Feng Yu appeared on a flat boat, carrying a food container.
Su Yan turned her head to look.
Feng Yu walked over and placed the food container on the wooden table next to her.
He gently said,
"The Sect Hierarch seems to be on very good terms with Poison Man."
Su Yan thought for a moment,
"Not bad."
Feng Yu's hands froze as he was lifting the lid of the food container, his eyebrows and eyes drooping lower, his voice even softer than before,
"Poison Man has never liked me; if he speaks ill of Xiao Yu in front of the Sect Hierarch, would you believe him?"
Su Yan looked up,
"For example?"
"He once said that Xiao Yu is nothing but a wastrel favored by the Sect Hierarch only for his looks····,"
