"What... what? You... what did you say?!"
As Li Shihong stood up from his seat in shock, he accidentally knocked over the teacup on the table and it fell to the ground, shattering all over the ground with a resounding crash.
But soon, he calmed down again, sat down again, and said: "What kind of nonsense rumours are these, can you believe such nonsense? This was clearly a plan by the Sacred Phoenix Clan to sow discord! Steward He, I think you are usually a calm and collected person, can such a stable person as yourself even believe such words? It is obviously nonsense!"
"Young Miss Li is just a human race, and she doesn't have the aura of the Ancient God Clans at all. Moreover, if she is really a god-level genius of the Sacred Phoenix Clan, the Sacred Phoenix Clan will immediately recognise her. How could she be allowed to come to the Cloudy Qilin Clan?"
Li Shihong felt that he still had brains. How could such an obviously impossible thing happen?
