Ruan Lan forced a smile that didn't reach her eyes.
Still sleeping at the Martial Dao Association… If I don't beat the crap out of you today, my surname isn't Ruan!
"Daoist Ruan, you've misunderstood," Gao He quickly pleaded. "That wasn't what I meant. Mount Haitang is surrounded by the Three Sects and the Eight Pavilions; it's very dangerous. That's why I asked you to rest at the Martial Dao Association for the time being."
Gao He's desire to live was so strong that he blurted out the explanation in a single breath.
"Heh," Ruan Lan sneered, clearly unconvinced.
It wasn't just her; even Zhang Henshui, Zhao Wumian, and the others were shaking their heads.
"Old Gao, even if you admire Daoist Ruan, you shouldn't resort to such a despicable excuse," Xu Wandao said sternly. "Senior Xu Lai's cultivation is profound. The Three Sects and the Eight Pavilions wouldn't dare to besiege Mount Haitang even if they had the heart of a leopard and the gall of a bear!"
