Bull Bean’s eyes lit up and she turned her head to glare at Sun Changqing, “He said that he did not take it, so you must’ve gotten it wrong. Leave at once!”

Sun Changqing was so mad that he almost went crazy. He said he did not take it and you believed him, what about what I said then? Do you think I am just spouting nonsense?

He had personally delivered the wooden staff to Qin Yu’s room before. Suddenly, his connection with it was gone. There was no way that this had nothing to do with Qin Yu.

Taking a deep breath, his face was ashen as he said, “Lady Bull, on your behalf, I have already given in again and again. However, the wooden staff was gifted to me by my Peak Master. I absolutely cannot lose it.”

He gritted his teeth and raised three fingers, “Today, I, Sun Changqing, swear on my life that the treasure I have lost is with Zhou Huan…”

Qin Yu interrupted him, “Fellow daoist Sun, you’re from Sweeping Clouds Peak, right?”

Sun Changqing replied with a cold voice, “That’s right. If fellow daoist Zhou wishes to admit your crimes now, it’s not too late!”

Qin Yu shook his head, “Fellow daoist Sun is mistaken. I just think that the promise of a Sweeping Clouds Peak disciple is worthless.”

Even though everyone knew that Sweeping Clouds Peak always had a bad reputation, no one dared to say it out loud, much less in front of their disciples.

It was akin to a slap in the face.

Instantly, Sun Changqing’s face reddened with embarrassment and he exploded with anger, “Zhou Huan, you dare to humiliate my Sweeping Clouds Peak. You are seeking death!”

However, his bravado lasted only a second before he was forced to retract it.

Uncle Bull walked...