Of course, Du Youqian couldn't stick to a simple question-and-answer format; that would be ceding control of the conversation.
He had fought tooth and nail to regain a sliver of initiative. To save his own skin, he had to give it his all, employing every ounce of his acting and rhetorical skills.
Du Youqian smiled. "Dear sister, I'm no Little Demon. You can't just go around slandering an innocent man's name. Besides, the Holy Blood Sect? I've never heard of it. I was born in the Immortal City Alliance, and I'm their most brilliant prodigy in the last century. In a few hundred years, I'm expected to join the Alliance's senior leadership and sway their decisions."
"Master Su Quan" said peevishly, "I know, I know. You've suddenly become a lot less cute, little brother. Let me ask you, is the Holy Blood Sect so bored that it has nothing better to do? What could possibly be worth scheming over in the Immortal City Alliance?"
