"Yes, Miss!"
The four Foundation Establishment Cultivators didn't hesitate for a moment. They advanced instantly, surrounding the person in the center.
"You... you dare!" The cultivator shouted fiercely, yet inwardly timid, and his voice trembled faintly, albeit with a strange sense of excitement.
He attempted to summon his Flying Sword but was kicked on the wrist by one of the guards.
"Clang." The Flying Sword fell to the ground.
"A sickly child with a wounded Divine Soul, dare act impudently before the Miss?" One guard sneered disdainfully and kicked him again on the crook of his knee.
"Thud."
The man's knees gave way, and he kneeled heavily on the cold stone slabs.
Zhang Chuxi sat high on the main seat, looking on coldly. Her delicate little face showed a slight disgust: "Disgusting, humiliated in front of me... and yet he feels excited..."
She saw clearly the apparent eagerness in the man's eyes.
