Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

Inside the door, An Jiuyue, with one hand supporting her chin, watched Wan Yu walk in.

“This Second Elder’s brain really does work quite well.”

Naturally, they had heard the Second Elder’s words outside very clearly, after all, he hadn’t made any effort to lower his voice, it was as if he was intentionally speaking to them.

Wan Yu’s face carried a smile, “Lord, Madam, would you like me to go and refuse them?”

“Go ahead.”

Qian Jiyun waved his hand at him.

Wan Yu must have surely figured out what to say in his mind.

If one dares to speak ill behind others’ backs, they should be prepared for the backlash, shouldn’t they?

“Yes, Lord.”

Wan Yu complied and turned to leave.

Outside, when Wan Yan saw Wan Yu walking out again, and Qian Jiyun not coming with him, his expression soured.

But he still maintained a smile, looking at Wan Yu.

“Are Young Master Qian and Madam Qian making preparations? Actually, Banquet Cloud Hall is quite close from here, and there are already soft palanquins prepared outside, there’s really no need for preparations.”

He asked and answered at the same time.

“Young Sect Master, please return,” Wan Yu replied with a smile.

“My lady requires rest, and moreover, my lord said that engaging in ostentatious deception is not our way of doing things, and besides, the Thousands of Demons Sect doesn’t have anything that is worth deceiving for.”

“A few Ninth Grade or higher medicinal pills casually produced by my lady could easily worth several Thousands of Demons Sect.”

“This…”

Wan Yan’s face instantly turned exceedingly ugly.

He cast a sidelong glance at the Second Elder beside him, cursing in his heart why this person was causing so much trouble, having come to make a polite invitation only to offend due to a single remark.

“If it’s inconvenient, then let us host a reception to remove the dust from your journey for both esteemed guests tomorrow.”

He took a deep breath and could only manage to say that before leading his entourage away first.

The Second Elder left along with Wan Yan and the Great Elder, his expression not just ugly but also filled with trepidation.

By phrasing things the way Wan Yu did, the responsibility for not being able to invite the guests was now entirely on him, and what if the sect master got to know about this, wouldn’t he be swallowed alive?

His departing steps grew slower and slower until he finally stopped and turned back to look behind him.

Regrettably, there wasn’t a single person in sight, not even the followers of the Ninth Grade Alchemist came out to see him off, truly infuriating him to the core.

“Second Elder, what are you doing there, let’s go,” the Great Elder called out to him, noticing he had stopped and turned to hurry him along.

Now you realize regret? What a pity, it’s useless. When the Young Sect Master and I told him not to continue speaking just now, why did he keep rambling on endlessly?

If only he had known this earlier, why bother trying to show off in the first place?

“Young Sect Master, Great Elder, we haven’t managed to invite the guests, it will be difficult to explain to the sect master. Perhaps, we should go back and ask once more,” the Second Elder suggested to the Great Elder.

Upon hearing this, Wan Yan’s face grew ever more unsightly.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

He had come to extend an invitation expecting that simply a smile would suffice, and one way or another they wouldn’t refuse to give him face, right? But now, after the Second Elder’s interference, they had outright chased him away.

He had lost face, and now did they really expect him to lose all regard for his reputation as well?