Unfortunately, the tactics of Qin Yinuo, which could have made an ordinary person pale, did not intimidate Yang Xiao.
Yang Xiao was no ordinary person; he was not only extraordinary but also a mysterious cultivator, superior to the martial practitioners.
If the methods of a martial practitioner could intimidate a cultivator, then the existence of that cultivator would have become a joke.
Thus, when Yang Xiao saw this, he merely looked at Qin Yinuo with an indifferent gaze, without even a ripple in his eyes.
His demeanor, reflected in Qin Yinuo's eyes, naturally caused her to frown, as she had already felt there was something peculiar about Yang Xiao, and now she was even more convinced of it.
Yang Xiao might very well be someone like her.
Moreover, despite his young age, Yang Xiao's strength might have reached a certain formidable level.
This thought just arose, and Qin Yinuo's expression immediately became solemn. Looking at Yang Xiao again, she was full of caution.