Xue Yan's words had already torn all pretense, and he was about to leave in a rage.
The Nanjiang Noble Family had great influence; if they could elevate a fallen Princess, they could also cast her into the Abyss in an instant.
He wanted to use the methods of the Noble Families to let Ji Xuexin know the consequences of angering them—to be like a canary in a cage, unable to be free and at their mercy.
The next moment, a soft voice drifted over.
"Dare to threaten the Princess? Did I say you could leave?"
Xue Yan's expression changed slightly, as if he were trapped in a quagmire. The air around him became viscous, water droplets transforming into mist under high pressure.
Was this the opponent's Spell?
Heh, at most mid-level, nothing special!
Moreover, this was Nanjiang. Daring to attack a member of a Noble Family for a beauty was simply courting death!
For a thousand years, anyone who provoked the Noble Families had been thrown into the river to feed the fish!
