"Teacher Liuu Bin, what can I do for you?"
Qin Ya didn't comment on Liuu Bin's behavior—a classic case of an old cow grazing on tender grass—but the "tender grass" in question held a grudge against him. He had no idea what this "old cow" standing before him would do.
Liuu Bin smiled faintly, looking gentle and refined, but a sinister coldness flashed deep within his eyes. He concealed it well, but not well enough to escape Qin Ya's keen perception. 'Just as I expected,' Qin Ya thought. 'He's up to no good.'
"Every so often, the Academy's teachers gather in small groups to discuss teaching matters and cultivation insights. I've come this time to invite Teacher Qin to join me at Xuanfeng Mountain for a gathering with several other teachers," Liuu Bin said with a faint smile.
"So he was just inviting Teacher Qin to a get-together. I thought he was here to stir up trouble. How boring."
