"Jia Beauty, I'm sorry, I didn't see the mountain before. I offended you. Please spare me, considering the blood ties between our Cinnabar Palace and the Emei Sect!" Yao Xiaoling pleaded.
"Spare you? How could that be? Also, I'm not a fake beauty, I'm a true beauty, so you're definitely dead today!" Jia Shuting's eyes were sharp, and she had already sentenced Yao Xiaoling to death in her heart.
Feeling that suffocating aura, Yao Xiaoling trembled and backed away, saying fearfully, "Sister Jia! Please! We come from the same bloodline, don't be so cruel."
"Who is your Sister Jia? We belong to different Sects, and there is no relationship between us, except as enemies." Jia Shuting clearly wouldn't easily spare the helpless Yao Xiaoling.
"Sister Jia, spare me, I beg you." Yao Xiaoling begged desperately, truly scared to the point of being weak in the legs.
