His face burned hotter. 'He did it to me, and now he's doing it to the Holy Son! Is he a serial offender? Does he go around tackling Inner Disciples in the bushes?!'
"Brother Lu!" Gu Zhiwei stepped forward, waving his dirty hands. "You misunderstand! Brother Lin was teaching me the Dao of the Root! It was very vigorous!"
"Vigorous?!" Lu Jianheng looked like he was about to cough up blood. "He admits it! Shameless! Utterly shameless!"
Ji'an massaged her temples. "Okay, first of all, 'Dao of the Root' sounds terrible, Brother Gu. Second, Sword Lord, get your mind out of the gutter. We were digging up ginger. Ginger! For soup!"
"Soup?" Lu Jianheng narrowed his eyes. "You think you can bribe everyone with your soup? You think just because you have... nimble fingers... and... surprising strength..."
He trailed off, staring at Ji'an's hands. He remembered those hands pinning his wrists.
