The dignified Da Qian Princess Royal, Xia Xiaoman, a Golden Elixir cultivator,
was inexplicably moved to tears by her Senior Brother's casual "Going home now," feeling a bit touched and sentimental.
She blinked hard, trying not to let the tears fall.
But the emotional moment didn't last long, as it was instantly shattered by the blocking Divine Martial Team Leader:
"Hey! Foolish thief, where did you get the audacity from! How dare you impersonate the deceased Princess Royal, prepare to die!"
Saying this, the courageous Divine Martial Team Leader, without further ado, with a clang, the sound of a knife fell, and a blade flashed, slashing towards the horse's head under Yi Lin's buttocks.
"Oh?"
Yi Lin's eyes lit up, this slash was quite interesting.
The horizontal slash mysteriously halted in mid-air, a few inches away from the startled horse's head. Yi Lin calmly looked into the soldier's eyes and said softly, "How dare you lay hands on the Da Qian Princess Royal?"
