On the stage, Jie Feiying looked at Zhuo fanglin expectantly. Today, she could finally teach Ling Chuxi a lesson. She was beaten up in front of so many people. She didn't know how she would feel. If it were her, she would definitely feel ashamed and would either find a rope to hang herself to death or be too ashamed to face anyone and leave the ethereal sect residence. That was the result she wanted to see the most.
Xie Feiying had overestimated her self-esteem. In fact, she had lost a lot of face and had thought of hanging herself with a rope, but now she was still alive and well, so she came out to see people.
"Do it, do it now. Don't give her any chance. It'd be too easy on her if she were to be sent flying with a single strike. It's best if you can beat her up so badly that even her mother can't recognize her." Xie Feiying's face was full of excitement, and she shouted in her heart.