Xuan Qingzi closed the door, glanced outside, and then pulled Yao Feifei aside to admonish her.
"Junior Sister, you were too disrespectful just now."
Yao Feifei felt a bit afraid, tugged at his sleeve timidly, and said, "Senior Brother, what did I do wrong?"
"You shouldn't have so rudely inquired about Master Chi Yuan's cultivation. That was very impolite and diminished the grandeur of our Jinhua Temple," said Xuan Qingzi in a stern voice. "Not to mention that he is our senior, we are here seeking help. You really shouldn't have been so blunt and impolite."
"But I was just curious because he looks even older than our master, can't I even ask about that?"
Xuan Qingzi said, "For a junior to question a senior's cultivation is truly dismissive, and you were rubbing salt in Master Chi Yuan's wounds."
Yao Feifei was shocked: "Senior Brother, I just asked about his cultivation, how is that such a big crime?"
