His thick fingers tapped on the table, "When did you come here? Where's your sister?"
Shen Yunzhou's forehead began to sweat as he laughed nervously, "Brother Zhao... you're joking. My sister... she's not here, and she can't beat you anyway."
"I heard your sister recently advanced to late-stage Spirit Severing Realm?" Zhao Muye suddenly asked.
Shen Yunzhou immediately shook his head like a rattle-drum, "Rumor! Absolutely just a rumor! My sister's still the same, hasn't changed a bit!"
His eyes shifted as he suddenly slapped the table, "I know! It must be those bastards from the Yan Family spreading rumors!"
Before Zhao Muye could respond, Shen Yunzhou had already indignantly continued, "Brother Zhao, you must've heard about the tragic deaths of that uncle and nephew from the Yan Family, right?"
He gritted his teeth and waved his fist, "Those shameless stinkers immediately suspected my sister, and now I don't know how many rumors they've spread to slander her!"
