"Yes." The shopkeeper answered happily and escorted her out. But, as soon as they reached outside the building, several men were blocking in front of his Mistress, making him pale with fear.
"Oh, where did this little beauty come from? Shopkeeper, is she your relative?" Several men stood in front of Feng Jiu and stared at her lecherously.
In their eyes, the beauty in red had no spirit energy breath, obviously not a cultivator. She should have just been a wealthy family's daughter!
They were all cultivators. Naturally, they wouldn't take a wealthy family's daughter seriously. Otherwise, they wouldn't dare to block her path in the open.
The shopkeeper glanced at Feng Jiu carefully and saw that she looked as usual. Only then did he say, "Guests, if you'd like to drink tea, please go upstairs. We don't tolerate troublemakers here." These people really acted recklessly, even had the guts to block his Mistress. They really got bored of living!
