"Impossible!"
Jia She blurted out subconsciously.
He Tiantian halted, turned her head, and looked at him coldly.
Another invisible pressure surged, making Jia She's knees weaken.
It was really strange. Although Jia Jing was the eldest among their generation, he had never been this imposing before.
Why did he seem like a completely different person today?
Such a sudden increase in authority, much like the wrathful King Kong in the temple.
Could cultivation really have such a huge effect, capable of transforming a person's temperament?!
Jia She couldn't help but have his doubts; the courage he had mustered up instantly disintegrated under He Tiantian's icy gaze.
"...I, I mean, this little bastard is the most troublesome. If Brother Jing takes him with him, it would disturb your peace!"
Jia She couldn't help but reveal a flattering smile, desperately explaining.
"Always referring to him as a 'little bastard,' Old Mr. She, how much do you disdain this child?"
