Cao Weining opened his mouth, and mumbled, “That’s...A...Xiang, A-Xiang isn’t one of the bad ones, shishu, A-Xiang...A-Xiang…”

Peach Red Grandma scoffed. “A-Xiang? You’re sure addressing her rather intimately.”

Having hurried back from the other direction, Yu Qiufeng, who looked solemn on the outside but had his own nefarious intentions, butted in, “It is understandable for a young man to have been wrongly led astray by beauty. As long as you turn over a new leaf, all of us here are also not unreasonable people with petty hearts…”

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Xiaofeng raged, “I want to rip her eyes out!”

It was unknown whether he had intended to do so or not, but he successfully destroyed the stage that Yu Qiufeng had set for himself. Gritting his teeth in frustration, Yu Qiufeng had the desire to stomp on this shortie until he was dead.

At the present moment, Gao Chong, Zhao Jing, Reverend Cimu and the rest were absent as they were busy with the funeral preparations for Shen Zhen. Without a leader, this mob of vile crooks was like a group of dragons without a leader, and bickered among themselves even more flagrantly. Mo Huaikong’s eyelid was twitching non-stop. Picking Cao Weining up from the ground, he growled through gritted teeth, “Unfilial disciple, speak honestly--where is the little female demon headed to, having kidnapped the Zhang child?”

With great effort, Cao Weining said, “A-Xiang didn’t…”

Enraged, Mo Huaikong landed a slap on his face, which had already swelled up like a pig’s head. At this exact moment, a clear, light voice announced, “The little female demon is over here, you old, shameless bunch, come and catch me if you’re capable enough!”

Cao Weining’s mind imploded--A-Xiang!

Chapter 43: Rescue Mission

Gu Xiang appeared at the door brazenly, looking fearless and without care. Then she saw the tragic state Cao Weining was in, and a fire blazed in her heart. She scoffed, “I still thought that you so-called orthodox sects attack a person as a pack because you cannot best them in a fight alone, but in fact, it is actually that you have this tradition of doing so! Zhang Chengling, come out and tell them, where did I kidnap you to?”

It was only then did the crowd notice a mousey teenager following behind her, as if he was embarrassed at the prospect of speaking a few words where there were many people; this, on top of the savage expressions on the faces of Feng Xiaofeng and the rest prior, made him shiver involuntarily. Zhang Chengling shuffled to Gu Xiang’s side like a young bride, and mumbled softly, “Gu Xiang-jiejie did not kidnap me, I was the one who left with them.”

Green Willow Grandpa fumed, “Nonsense, you Zhang kid. Have you followed in the footsteps of others and fallen prey to beauty at this young age, and been hoodwinked by these demonic enchantresses?”