This palm strike scared a group of little foxes so badly that they all shrank behind Fang Xing, with a dozen little heads peeking out from behind him. The young maid in cyan robes also looked slightly frosty, realizing that she couldn't slam the table as loudly as Fang Xing. She stood up and took a few steps back, after all, her cultivation was only at the Foundation Stage tier two, and she was somewhat intimidated by a cultivator at the Golden Core Stage, her face looking slightly uncomfortable.
However, the commotion in the room had already alarmed the surrounding guards. Four or five cultivators in black mystical robes flashed into the cabin, and even a grey-robed elder appeared ghost-like at the cabin entrance. The maid's bravery was bolstered, and she sternly shouted: "Come, throw this reckless fool out, leave the little fox girl behind, and if he dares to resist, kill him!"
The group of guards approached menacingly without asking for reasons.
