"I'm not 'kid.' My name is Ye Tianling, but you can call me Uncle Tianling. A princess of the Royal Family? Do you all shout and scream like this? How improper."
Ye Tianling chuckled. 'This Xia Xinran,' he thought, 'is actually quite interesting.'
What was even more interesting was that after studying Xia Xinran's face, Ye Tianling discovered she was about sixty percent similar in appearance to Xia Xinyan, the Candidate Saintess of Blood Killing Heaven.
"You—"
Xia Xinran was so provoked by Ye Tianling's words that she nearly erupted again. 'This primitive ignored my well-intentioned advice, and now he dares to question the authority of the Great Xia Royal Family?'
'The nerve!'
Xia Xinran pointed a slender finger at Ye Tianling, but when she saw his defiant and disdainful posture, her heart skipped a beat. 'Could it be? Is this Ye Tianling a powerful expert? A genius?'
With that thought, she instinctively activated her Talent Dao Eye and took a close look at Ye Tianling.
