The frantic voice of one of the winged tribe maid followed after a shattering sound, Hong Liu and Xue Feng turn to look at it. An immortal lady in chiffon icy blur robes with a band adorn her hairs were standing over the maid with an annoyed look.
"You should be more careful, where you stand? I have already told you to get out my way!"
Hong Liu looks at Xue Feng and they both get up.
"Have my attended been any inconvenience you? Miss" Xue Feng asked politely.
The lady looks up with her big dark almond eyes, she clasps her hand in front composing her expression.
"I was just passing, but your maid had stopped me and my hand slipped causing the cup in my hand to break,"
"Please forgive us Your Majesty, but according to you clear instruction we weren't supposed to let anybody pass this area as long Your Majesties were privately logging," The maid bowed warily to Hong Liu and Xue Feng with broken teacup tray in her hand.
