It had to be said that young master Jing really did not know much about miss Ling.
"Jing Ziyu, just because you're from an ancient aristocratic family, you don't respect our pill Heart Pavilion and our spiritual alchemists. It's fine if you don't respect us, but you actually dare to hurt people. Is this heaven region your Jing clan's heaven region? do you think that we, the dignified spiritual alchemists, can be bullied by your Jing clan?" A middle-aged man with a leopard's head and round eyes widened his eyes. He let out a roar of grief and indignation and pounced on Jing Ziyu.
Wasn't this Xia Yimin's personal helper? How did this guy become a spirit Alchemist? Seeing the Imperial helper appear in time, Ling Chuxi was especially friendly. With this fellow's appearance, it would be difficult not to be lively.