Xie Tian finished speaking, leaving the whole place in eerie silence.
The mortals were shocked by Xie Tian's arrogance, while the immortals were silent because of his dominance.
This dominance, the same formula as before, the same taste as before.
Beside Xie Tian, Yan Ying felt as if struck by lightning.
"How dare he speak to Xia Yong like this?"
"He, he, he, he actually pointed at the Purple Immortal and spoke rudely..."
A strong dizziness hit Yan Ying, making her knees weak as if to kneel. Yet she suddenly felt herself enveloped by a soft yet powerful aura, unable to bend her knees no matter how she tried.
"Young Master Xie Tian, you..." The anxious Yan Ying didn't have the courage to reprimand Xie Tian and could only plead tearfully with Xia Yong, "Your Highness, Young Master Xie Tian is inexperienced, his actions inevitably rash, please, Your Highness..."
