Qing Yueqiu saw that her junior sister's tone with their Master was utterly disrespectful, and yet she showed no sign of remorse.
Boundless anger surged within her, and a vicious glint flashed in her crimson eyes.
'No one gets to disrespect Master like that. Even if he spoils her, Junior Sister can't act this outrageously. Since Master won't handle it, then I, her senior sister, will—'
"Alright! That's enough fighting. You two have been sisters for over a decade. How can you still bicker at the drop of a hat, just like when you first met?"
Pei Yuhang's voice, tinged with a headache, cut in, and Qing Yueqiu's hand, which had subconsciously reached for her sword hilt, fell away.
"Hmph."
Yu Xiaoyan snorted, but this time her attitude softened. She took the initiative to look at Pei Yuhang and said reluctantly, "I'm sorry, Master. What I said just now was out of line."
Pei Yuhang shook his head.
