The white robed figure flew backwards, his chest in a huge amount of pain. His eyes were filled with the flames of anger and shame. He had lost against a wandering cultivator!
And, judging from her tone, that silver haired lad was more powerful than this beautiful lady! At this moment, an aura enveloped him, stabilizing him after his fall.
Zheng Zhijing's calm expression had been replaced with a sinister one. "Miss, what is the meaning of your injuring a disciple from the Yufeng faction? If you do not explain yourself, I am afraid I cannot let the two of you leave."
He observed Xia Jingyu, as though trying to appreciate the beauty that was under the veil of water. He also quietly observed the Feather Needle of Darkness in her hands. To be able to raise her abilities forcefully, its power was not to be underestimated.