"Zhou Lingyi, your brother just left, and here you are again, spouting nonsense about Ten Fingers, calling Buddha Mother."
Mr. Dai pointed at Zhou Lingyi, his tone stern, like scolding a servant.
He knew Zhou Lingyi, and he knew that this young woman was not an ordinary person. She had been through Tangkou ceremonies, what level her incense fire was, he wasn't sure, but it was definitely higher than his.
But having high incense fire didn't mean she was terrifying!
He was not at all afraid of Zhou Lingyi. In his eyes, the imposing aura of this dignified woman was not even as intimidating as that sly Zhou Xuan.
After all, Zhou Lingyi was the helm of the Zhou Family's Troupe, while Zhou Xuan was merely a Young Master concerned only with eating, drinking, and play.
In Ping Shui Prefecture, Dai saw many troupes with people from various walks of life. The bigger the troupe, the harder the class leader worked.
