The Saintess was an envoy from the heavens and was a very transcendent existence in the entire Nether Capital. However, with Sikong Ye's strength, he did not take the envoy that others chased after seriously.
When he heard that the person who hurt his little great-granddaughter was the Saintess of the Nether Capital, Sikong Ye did not even lift his eyelids and let out a disdainful snort.
The Saintess naturally understood where this snort came from. It was none other than the Saintess that everyone was afraid of. In the eyes of the Ancestor, she was like an ant that could be pinched to death with one hand. Otherwise, why did she never barge into the Nether Mountain despite having the qualifications to enter? Why did she always restrain herself and stay in her Holy Temple? Did she really think that she was lazy and could not walk?
"Why did she hit you?" Sikong Ye asked coldly.
