Xiang didn't pay any attention to Song Yanxue; she grabbed her collar and started walking outside. As for Song Yanxue's punch, it was even less impactful than a tickle, let alone causing any sensation.
Song Yanxue shouted and kicked and punched at Xiang. She simply couldn't believe that she, a Cultivator, could not handle a mere mortal.
But from beginning to end, Xiang had a lifeless expression on her face, and Song Yanxue's punches and kicks did not affect her in the slightest.
Xiang stepped outside, threw Song Yanxue out, then closed the courtyard door and bolted it. It was a pity that even though she could see, she could not partake; otherwise, the taste of a newly cultivated soul like Song Yanxue's would be absolutely delicious and sweet.
