"What? Not going in now? Still need to investigate outside?"
"Taoist, you've got quite the nerve."
"If you delay the rescue of the young mistress, the entire Hidden Dragon Temple, from top to bottom, will have to join her in burial. You too, Lin Baihu, you won't get away with it either."
The maid named Yue Ya, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, jumped up. She put her left hand on her hip, pointed at Yi Chen with her right hand, and stood with her feet apart, like a pair of compasses, shouting at Yi Chen with an agitated expression.
Some people just can't recognize their place.
Those close to power think they possess it.
But it's an illusion.
No different from a supermarket cashier fantasizing that the entire store depends on them for survival.
Let alone her just being the so-called third young mistress's maid, even if that third young mistress herself was standing in front of Yi Chen saying these things, he wouldn't allow her to stay.
