Li Guanshi's murderous glare instantly shot toward Fang.
Fang only felt a chill on the back of his neck and instinctively shrank his shoulders, his face full of an awkward smile, stammering an explanation:
"Actually... Taoist Li, I truly find it a pity. Think about it, if it weren't for this, Jiang Shouzhong wouldn't have been able to resurrect you. You are the unparalleled beauty of the world, and to let you die just like that would truly be a waste, right?"
"So I should thank you then?"
Li Guanshi smirked.
Seeing the woman seem like she was really going to kick him, Fang, as if seeing a savior, grabbed the wine gourd from Yan Changqing's hand and whispered a reminder: "Your daughter is coming."
Yan Changqing, who was about to get angry, froze, immediately sitting upright.
Sure enough, Ran Qingchen and Qu Hongling were happily chatting as they walked over.
