"Hmph."
Chí Jīn let out a cold laugh. "My Senior Sister isn't even here, and you're still putting on an act?"
Facing Chí Jīn's mockery, Yu Zhichun remained completely at ease.
He smiled slightly. "Fellow Daoist Chí exaggerates. Whether one's bones and skin are upright or base is merely a matter of a single thought."
"I have always walked the straight and narrow path, so I have nothing to fear."
He carried himself like a peerless, jade-like young gentleman.
Yet Chí Jīn clearly wasn't buying it. Hearing this, he burst into an even broader laugh.
"A matter of a single thought?"
Chí Jīn gently tapped his own cheek, looking down at Yu Zhichun from above with an expression that almost seemed to carry pity for all living beings:
"No way, you seriously thought Senior Sister didn't know you were faking it, did you?"
"These are all tricks I've long since grown tired of playing! What's fresh about them?"
"That courtyard full of rambling roses and fresh flowers—who doesn't know what you're really plotting? The moment the door closes and you turn around, does that upright demeanor of yours just peel right off? What a truly horrifying ghost of a true face beneath."
When it came to sharp tongues, probably no one could rival Chí Jīn, who had weathered so many storms.
At the very least, Yu Zhichun's skin was still thin.
Blasted speechless by this barrage from Chí Jīn, his eyes bulged almost to the point of splitting. "You!"
"How can you... utter such nonsense!"
Chapter 177