Slap!
A crisp slap sounded as Nangong Xue rushed up to Ye Buqun, and without a word, landed a heavy slap that sent him flying instantly.
"I told you to stop, you son of a bitch! Do you take my words for the Northwest wind?"
Fuming with anger, Nangong Xue drew the Ice Moon Blade: "In the entire Tianbao Sect, even your master wouldn't dare to defy me; he wouldn't kneel on a durian even if I asked him to wash clothes on a washboard, such rebels you all are!"
Swoosh!
Nangong Xue, enraged, held the Ice Moon Blade against Ye Buqun's neck and said murderously, "Good thing my good son-in-law is safe, otherwise I'd chop your head off right now!"
Being reprimanded in front of his fellow disciples, and even having a blade against his neck, was humiliating. Yet, Ye Buqun merely flashed an angry look in his eyes, which quickly disappeared.
"Madame, please calm down. Anger is harmful to health; it's all my fault!"