"Junior-martial nephew Jie, long time no see. You look much better." Ling Chuxi saw Xie Feiying and greeted her.
Hearing this, Jie Feiying's face looked like she was constipated. He was so angry that he wanted to get angry, but because the other party's status was different, he couldn't get angry directly. She snorted and turned her head away.
"You don't know any manners at all. You don't even know how to greet martial uncle when you see him," Ling Chuxi did not educate her directly. Instead, she led Zi Yin, Ye Xiaoqi, and the rest into the flower stream valley. As she walked, she said softly,"you guys can't be so rude. You'll be throwing the face of the Piao Miao sect if you go out. Do you understand?"
Zi Yin and the others held back their laughter and nodded their heads.
"I'll let you be proud for a while, but you'll suffer later. " Xie Feiying's face turned red and white from Ling Chuxi's words, but she suppressed her anger and gritted her teeth.