Yun Mengyao also realized she was somewhat out of line, but she didn't care.
As the Saintess of the Feather Clan, she had to maintain a sacred and graceful demeanor at all times within the tribe, because that was what suited her status as a Saintess.
However, she was of the Feather Clan, the rulers of the sky, and needing to always remain tense was truly exhausting.
So, she didn't mind occasionally letting loose in this unfamiliar world.
Yun Mengyao's sapphire eyes looked at Qin Yi with a harsh tone, "You're really despicable, someone like you wouldn't have survived in the Primordial times."
Qin Yi lowered his head and chuckled indifferently, "If you could talk nicely with me, I wouldn't speak like this. In our world, there's a saying: courtesy demands reciprocity."
"Then do you know how to spell 'gentleman'?" Yun Mengyao scoffed.
