I Am Really Not a Son of Heaven

When I become a Nascent Soul, will you still bully me like a tigress... Xu Xiaoyuan muttered in a low voice. "Who do you think is the tigress?" The cold voice made the air freeze. The water glass that Xu Xiaoyuan picked up stopped in mid-air, then trembled slightly, then put it down smoothly, smiling slightly. "Good morning, master, the weather is so nice... Goodbye, master! The wind is blowing!"