"You scoundrel, still daring to make sarcastic remarks?"
The woman was furious, her face fully flushed. At this moment, besides the flush of anger, there was also a slight blush of embarrassment.
The woman's palms moved continuously, appearing profoundly mystical, yet striking Xiao Yi feebly and without force.
Clearly, the thunder was louder than the rain.
Xiao Yi's face showed a moment of awkwardness.
His Young Master's clothes, previously struck by lightning, were already in tatters, full of holes.
With a slight move of his fingers, a strand of Primordial Power restrained the woman.
"Miss, perhaps it's better not to move."
Xiao Yi spoke softly, gently reaching out to tidy the woman's disordered upper clothing.
Then, Xiao Yi reached out to grasp the woman's wrist.
In his perception, the woman didn't possess even a trace of cultivation, hence her palm strikes were feeble, weaker even than those of ordinary people.
