When Qiu Xiaoyu saw Fang Xing's gaze, she sneered coldly and met his eyes directly. Not hiding the chill in her eyes, she didn't believe Fang Xing would dare do anything to her in such a setting. Besides, Fang Xing left in her heart the impression of a rustic wild cultivator. For someone so proud, once this impression formed, it was hard to change.
Meanwhile, the surrounding cultivators from Divine Land also began to feel like watching the drama unfold, their faces full of mocking smiles.
We gave face to the Young Palace Master; this woman is under no obligation to. After all, she's a True Disciple of Yiling Dao.
Besides, if a man offends you, you slap him; if a woman opens her mouth, what can you do?
Fang Xing looked at Qiu Xiaoyu for a while with his odd eyes, but instead of jumping up to fight or cursing back in kind, he suddenly grinned and, holding a wine cup, turned to Xie Linyuan: "Are you her Brother Xie?"
