This Is Not Xianxia

The Young Mistress of the Xuanyin family felt as if his dignity had been swept to the ground.

"B-Bastard… You bastard! Sob, sob, sob!"

After being released by Ah Yue, the young girl seemed to have exhausted all her strength. She sat on the ground and wiped the glistening tears from the corner of her mouth, complaining with teary eyes.

Her cheeks were stained with tears, and her luxurious clothes were wrinkled and stained with dust.

She looked very different from the original arrogant little princess who could throw money at people at will. She looked pitiful and very embarrassed.

On the other side, the hidden guards were not useless. Although they could not defeat a sword Xiu expert like Li Jiutong, they were very good at controlling people.

Pills, formations, and props that limited cultivation were all used on him, and a master of the Synthesis stage was dragged away.