Hearing Yan Ji's questioning words, Cheng Yixiao's face showed a color of shame, and even now, he still felt suffocated in his heart.
"Junior Sister Yan Ji, be careful with your words." Xi Ang saw that Yan Ji was speaking without restraint and hurriedly reminded her.
"What's there to be careful about? Do I not know whether Brother Cheng is a demonic cultivator? Besides, even if he is a demonic cultivator, isn't it true that he helped you? Can't you lend a hand when others are in danger?" Yan Ji retorted without hesitation.
