Wang Xian considered himself fairly good-tempered. Especially after becoming "innate," his temper had improved even further, and even his urge to kill had diminished considerably.
But the woman before him had truly enraged him. He immediately retaliated, grabbing her incoming right hand with his left while mercilessly swinging his right hand at her stunningly beautiful face.
Slap!
A crisp slap rang out, and the woman who had been struck by Wang Xian froze in place.
"You hit me? You actually dared to hit me!"
Ling Qing stared at Wang Xian in disbelief, seemingly unable to accept the fact that he had slapped her.
"Why can't I hit you?"
Wang Xian rolled his eyes. This woman had been about to hit him. Was he not allowed to hit back?
Though she had not actually managed to hit him.
"Why can you hit me?"
Ling Qing spoke again.
"What do you mean?"
Wang Xian did not quite understand what Ling Qing meant.
At that moment, Ling Qing began struggling fiercely with the right hand Wang Xian had seized. But compared to Wang Xian, her strength was far too weak, and she could not break free from his left hand at all.
"Who exactly are you?"
Ling Qing stared solemnly at Wang Xian, her eyes filled with astonishment.
"You don't even know who I am, and you came up wanting to hit me?"
Wang Xian was speechless.
Damn it, did the Inner Universe's cultivator world have people who specialized in picking fights too?
"You forgot Meng'er. You deserve to be hit!" Ling Qing said bitterly.
"Meng'er! Meng'er again! Who exactly is this Meng'er you keep talking about?"
Wang Xian rubbed his brow with his free right hand, his head aching badly.
Wait!
Wang Xian suddenly thought of someone.
Meng'er?
Dream Ancestor!
Dream Ancestor,