"Master, do you really have a demonic beast called the Flame Fox? One that can help you cultivate?"
"No." Qian Jiyun denied it firmly.
He did not have it, and he was not lying about that—the Flame Fox was in An Jiuyue's possession. But he did not intend to say that.
"I knew it. That old fart, Master Ling, must have deliberately spread this fake news to make the aristocratic families come after Jun Lin Hall."
Mo Aotian clenched one hand into a fist and struck his other palm forcefully.
Yan Feng, who was standing by the side, was shocked.
Mo Aotian believed everything their master said. Yan Feng could not help but wonder how their master had allowed this guy to become the Third Hall Master.
He was inferior to the quiet and reserved Bai Ze.
Gu Chi, who was standing beside Mo Aotian, also glanced at him, speechless.