Xie Yue stood calmly, arms folded, and replied with a smile, “Sorry, just passing through. Not interested in kneeling. You go ahead with your business, we’re just here as spectators.”
Hongxia had never encountered anyone brave enough to show such disrespect towards her, leaving her montarily stunned and unable to react.
Anling Yao and the others were dumbfounded. Anling Yan nervously clutched Xie Yue’s sleeve, signaling her not to go against the envoy.
Xie Yue, however, went about her own business and took a couple of steps to the side, seemingly preferring to watch the show from there.
Hongxia’s expression turned grim as she motioned toward two of her white-robed attendants.
Right away, two of them pulled out binding ropes and tossed them directly at Xie Yue and Xie Weizhi.
However, the expected scene of the two young n being tied up did not unfold.
Hongxia blinked. Before she knew it, the two white-robed attendants were cocooned and thrown to the ground, letting out agonized moans
It all went down in the blink of an eye.
But even with Hongxia’s cultivation level, she couldn’t discern how these two young n had moved or acted.
Her expression darkened as she glanced at Xie Yue with a look of surprise and doubt, before finally fixing her gaze on Xie Weizhi.
Her gut feeling told her that it was this young man in red who had made the move.
However, when she looked into Xie Weizhi’s eyes, Hongxia felt a cold shiver down her spine, as if ice water had been poured over her head, leaving her trembling with fear.
It was a fear and pressure more daunting than facing the palace master.
Then, she heard the young man’s calm mocking voice saying, “Take another look, and I’ll rip out your eyeballs.”
Hongxia’s complexion went from pale to white, sweat drenching her clothes from behind, yet she didn’t seem to notice.
Xie Yue casually found a rock to sit on, pulled Weizhi down beside her, and smiled gently. “Didn’t I say it? We’re just passing by, no need to mind us. Carry on with what you were doing.”
Anling Yang coughed lightly and said, “Lord Hongxia, these two young n aren’t part of the Anling Family; they’re just traveling with us. They’re young and spirited, unaware of your reputation. Please overlook their ignorance and forgive them.”
When Weizhi took a seat beside Xie Yue, the formidable pressure vanished into thin air.
Hongxia took a sharp breath, as if a drowning person had finally taken in oxygen.
And her eyes when looking at Anling Yang and others beca deep and complicated.
Anling Yang claid these two individuals were just coincidentally traveling with the Anling Family, but how often did life play out so conveniently?
These two showed up here on purpose, and they could be backing the Anling Family.
Initially, Hongxia carried an arrogant attitude, seemingly ready to take Anling Yan away without caring about the Anling Family’s fate. However, her deanor had now shifted.
Hongxia smiled slightly. “Anling Family Master, I’ve been inford that another saintess with talents rivaling Anling Yue has appeared in your family. Is this information accurate?”
Anling Yang was pleasantly surprised by Hongxia’s polite inquiry and imdiately beckoned Anling Yan over.
Hongxia’s gaze landed on Anling Yan. As she faintly channeled her spiritual power to observe Anling Yan, a hint of excitent flashed in her eyes.
Without delay, a crystal clear glass bottle appeared in Hongxia’s hand. She looked at Anling Yan and said, “Put a drop of your blood into this bottle.”
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