"Wu Yu, if you have the guts, stop hiding behind a woman and stand before me!" Lan Shuiyue bit into her cherry lips as her ribcage rose and fell in tandem with her short, angry breaths. It was obvious that she had thrown no shortage of tantrums in the past month.

Wu Yu had expected their arrival since the story had spread so far and taken on many different variations.

He was prepared and willing to step forth, but Su Yanli stretched out her hand, motioning for him to stay back. Face void of emotion, she said, "Lan Shuiyue, this place is not your backyard. I advise you to leave. If this dispute reaches the ears of our master, you lot will be the ones shouldering the blame."

After all, it was them who had come looking for trouble.

"You!"

Lan Shuiyue's face flushed as she pointed an accusing finger towards Wu Yu. "Su Yanli, do not feign ignorance. Wu Yu has run his filthy mouth and now all of the Bipo Mountain Range is teeming with the rumor that we kissed. I will clear my name today by tearing his mouth apart!  Let everyone see if he truly has the means to kiss me!"

She did not speak falsely.

This whole situation had started innocently enough, but Wu Yu had not expected martial cultivators in an immortal sect to enjoy spreading gossip so fervently.

Although Lan Shuiyue had repeatedly provoked...