Xia Qingying

Su Zimo looked at the bottle and Dust Removal Talisman in his hands and smiled gently. He looked at the young woman and asked, "How may I address you, miss?"

That question was a little abrupt.

After all, to outsiders, the difference in status and cultivation realm between the two of them was immense.

However, there was no hint of blame in the young woman's eyes and she merely smiled.

"Who do you think you are?!"

Right then, Commander Liang strode forward and glared at Su Zimo coldly, berating, "A lowlife like you is not qualified to ask about the name of the young mistress!"

Lowlife!

Su Zimo raised his brow.

This was the first time he had heard someone refer to him as a lowlife up till this point of his cultivation.

"Liang Qiu!"

The young woman frowned slightly and glanced sideways in displeasure. "I've told you many times that everyone ascended from the lower world. There's no distinction between our statuses!"