Chen Ye had no intentions of doing anything.
It's not because he's a gentleman.
But because his disciple was right beside him, as a master, he had to consider his disciple's thoughts somewhat.
As for Zhiwei's wild imaginings, they were beyond Chen Ye's expectations.
"Bang."
Chen Ye released his grip, and Hua Jingxin fell to the ground like a ragged bag.
After hitting the ground, the young girl used her hands and feet to retreat until her back was pressed firmly against the tree trunk, with no further room to escape.
"Don't... don't come closer..."
Hua Jingxin hugged her chest, tears falling like broken beads, her voice trembling uncontrollably,
"Peak Master Chen, Senior Chen... I really haven't done anything, I just came to join in the fun, and I'm not even a cultivator from Huayue Mansion."
Her psychological defenses, already fragile, had collapsed under Chen Ye's prior intimidation.
Looking at this trembling quail before him, Chen Ye found it somewhat amusing:
