"There will be no sleepover!" Ji'an barked, her voice dropping into a flat, cold baritone. "The Drunken Peak is not an inn! We do not offer bed-and-breakfast packages! If you cannot fly, you will crawl down the mountain steps on your hands and knees like respectable orthodox novices! Out! Everyone, move your asses toward the gate! Right now!"
Executing a mandatory eviction sweep on two fully grown, Golden Core-level male prodigies while entirely blindfolded required a level of brute-force physical strength that Ji'an usually reserved for butchering Rank 7 armored crustaceans.
She bypassed any gentle persuasion and channeled the maximum output of her Qi directly into her forearms, stomping across the courtyard toward the weeping Golden Retriever.
"Brother Lin, wait! My sash! I left my embroidered sash near the radishes!" Zhiwei wailed as Ji'an blindly grabbed him by the thick, bare, heavily muscled expanse of his bicep.
