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Underpants and such—this topic is way too uncouth. We're all refined cultivators, and Wuque's sect upholds elegance and propriety.
So, Fang Yourong leisurely looked at Qin Yu.
Qin Yu: ???
What the hell? It wasn't even me who started this.
Still, under the scorching gazes of Fang Yourong and Fifth Daoling, Qin Yu obediently gathered, stacked, and sorted the jade tokens with a look of feigned innocence.
Yun Chuxiu, who'd suffered a major blow today, deliberately suggested, "Since Senior Brother and Senior Sister are already here, how about a round?"
You little scoundrel, they came to crack down on gambling, and now you're inviting them to join the game?
Qin Yu wasn't about to entertain these two stoic gatekeepers, so she quickly declined, "Uh, let's not. I don't play with Senior Brothers or Senior Sisters."
Fang Yourong quirked a brow, "Junior Sister, are you disdaining us?"
