"Scram!" Gao Jingyao's fiery temper matched her striking figure. Someone had dared to hit on her the moment she stepped on stage, but she had no interest whatsoever. She simply chased them off with a single word.
The group of cultivators who approached her were young masters from influential families in the city. They had decent cultivation levels and high-status backgrounds. Arrogance was second nature to them, and they had never been treated with such disdain before.
"Damn it, you dare reject me? Who do you think you are? It's your fortune that I even look at you!"
*Slap!*
The crisp sound of a slap echoed out as Yao Xin, no pushover herself, struck without hesitation—physically and verbally.
"Scram!"
"You bitch, you're asking to die!" He glanced back at one of his attendants and swung his hand, delivering two hard slaps of his own.
"What are you all standing around for? Don't you see I've been hit?"
"Y-Young Master, we... we're no match for them."
