Chuxi retaliated.

When they saw Jing Ziyu's displeased expression, everyone was secretly worried for the pillheart Pavilion. On the other hand, Xiang Gaoyuan was almost overjoyed. He could not wait for the pillheart Pavilion to offend the Jing clan. It would be even better if they could fight.

Xia Yimin didn't expect Jing Ziyu to be so persistent. He felt a bit of a headache, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"No need, just talk to me about this." At this moment, a clear and cold voice rang out. It was Ling Chuxi.

Ling Chuxi could tell that the reason why Xia Yimin was stalling for time was mainly because he did not want to drag himself into this muddy water. It was not easy for him to do this in the face of such a powerful ancient family. Ling Chuxi was a little touched and naturally did not want to make things difficult for him.

"Who are you?" Jing Ziyu's eyes lit up when he saw Ling Chuxi, but he immediately returned to normal and asked.