"Impudent!" Huang Ying 'er was very used to her new identity as a maidservant.
She, who was originally half a step behind Xia qingchen, took a step forward and blocked the young man's palm.
Although Huang Ying 'er's talent was average, she had at least reached the second vortex-level of the major constellation stage after entering the sect for a year.
With a casual block, he pushed the young man and almost made him fall to the ground.
The anxiety on the young man's face disappeared, and he said with respect, ""I'm sorry, Senior Sister. I'm in a hurry."
"You think you can be so overbearing just because you're hurrying?" Huang Ying 'er scolded.
The young man apologized profusely.
"Forget it," he said. Xia qingchen waved his hand.
The young man was only at the 1st level of the major constellation stage. With his current cultivation and strength, a casual palm strike from him would be enough to make him suffer.
