The woman in cyan-colored robes had a slender figure, her face wax yellow, appearing over thirty years old. She wasn't an uncommon beauty, just had a decent figure, and her cultivation was only at the Golden Core Second Turn, one of the lower ones among this group of Loose Cultivators. She was silent and reticent, without many acquaintances. However, when Ye Heshang, Fang Xing, stood in front of her with a teasing demeanor, it still provoked some people's discontent, looking over with indignant eyes, but as Loose Cultivators usually stayed out of trouble, no one stepped forward for the moment.
"Master, show some respect, or don't blame this young woman for being rude!"
The woman attempted several times to get ahead of Fang Xing, her face flushed with anger, her delicate hands forming a spell, glaring at him.
"This master has always taken it upon himself to spread Buddhist Law, how can he not be respectful?"
