Zhong Xiang was instantly displeased.
After all, he was a top-level master, comparable to someone like Uncle Fuu and the Old Taoist.
Such masters were extremely rare globally.
However, Yang Fei showed him no respect, cursing at him outright.
Zhong Xiang raised his head proudly.
"Yang Fei, I respect you as a master, but you really lack composure."
Yang Fei cursed loudly, "You kidnapped my woman and yet talk to me about elegance and composure? Shameless of you to say so."
Zhong Xiang smiled faintly, "Don't worry, Miss Xu Zhiqing is unharmed."
"I just wanted to use this method to have a good talk with you, I won't harm Miss Xu Zhiqing."
Yang Fei snorted, "Subjugation at the city gates, what's there to talk about? Release Xu Zhiqing first."
Zhong Xiang gestured slightly to Sister Lan behind him, "Go bring Miss Zhiqing over."
Sister Lan nodded, turned around, and left.
In no time, Xu Zhiqing hurriedly dashed down the mountain, holding her skirt.
