Li Xuemiao, the Second Princess of the Empire, was a classic big-eyed, cute loli—the object of countless male disciples' daydreams.
Right now, she was like a child throwing a tantrum, pouting as she hammered Mo Qi's chest with a flurry of punches.
It wasn't just what Li Xuemiao was calling him that left Mo Qi speechless; it was also her clueless cuteness.
'A pervert? A scoundrel? Do I really have anything to do with those labels?'
'I haven't activated my True Essence or used my Physical Strength. My Domain hasn't even made an appearance. Are you serious, just hitting me like this?'
But Li Xuemiao seemed completely unaware of this, stubbornly continuing to pound away at Mo Qi.
The surrounding disciples were all stunned, their eyes wide as they stared at the two.
It was as if each blow wasn't landing on Mo Qi, but on their own hearts.
'Oh, heavens, please let the Second Princess come pummel and ravage me instead!'
