Entering the Imperial Mausoleum

Xia Qingyuan glared at the youth who was standing not far away. He had refused her invitation twice, and now, he had only cupped his hands and greeted her in a nonchalant manner. In both the Lower and Upper Worlds, not even saints would behave as flippantly as he did with her.

Fengxiao of Lihen Heaven's eyes narrowed and glared at Ye Futian as well. None whom she had seen around during her training at Lihen Heaven had been anyone less than an extremely formidable figure. However, Ye Futian had definitely been the most prideful of all that she had seen. He had been throwing his weight around at the Jiutian Temple's Ninth Layer of Heaven and crippled Pei Qianying.