"You villain! You actually want to violate my mother!" Aman's eyes blazed with anger as she drew her curved blade, ready to risk her life. Though her temperament was somewhat gentle, that was only compared to the other Tieyan people. Compared to the sheltered young ladies of Jiangnan, she was still a woman born on the grasslands, with a martial spirit carved into her bones.
Unfortunately, she was facing one of the greatest figures in the world. Usun merely glanced at her, and her entire body stiffened, leaving her unable to move an inch.
"What kind of witchcraft is this?" Aman's lovely face turned pale. She now shared the same confusion Walalaqi had felt earlier.
"You ignorant country folk, what could you possibly know of my divine arts?" Usun snorted and reached out to caress her smooth cheek. He had long wanted to make a move, but had never found the opportunity.
Aman had never seen anyone so shameless. She had thought Bo'olghu was bad enough before, but he had only wanted to bully her alone. This old man not only harbored improper intentions toward her mother, but also desired her. He was actually setting his sights on both mother and daughter. Why did the True Lord not punish him?
Yet she was powerless to resist and could only watch helplessly as that withered, disgusting hand drew closer and closer to her body.
Just then, a flash of cold light swept past. Elder Usun gave a strange cry and leaped back more than ten feet, staring warily at Song Qingshu. "So you did make your move after all. What exactly do you mean by this? Are you deliberately trying to oppose me?" When he had reached for Aman, most of his attention had been focused on guarding against Song Qingshu,