"Zhangsun Ji, don't think that you're superior just because you're a ranked apothecary. You'd better not go overboard. I don't want to beat you up in front of so many people."
Sikong Ya's eyes were filled with murderous intent. A ball of jade-colored light rose from his hands and he looked like he was about to attack at any moment.
"You're just relying on your cultivation level being higher than mine…"
Zhangsun Ji let go of Song Jia and reluctantly went to check on the wounded.
Song Jia awkwardly stepped back and stood with Big Smart, who had no presence in the room.
Sensing that the palm print on the woman's face had disappeared, Song Shi fell into deep thought.
Could it be that because he had beaten this woman up she started sleeping with others stronger than him in a fit of anger?
Then he could only say one word.
Respect!
