Shi Yang gave Long Shasha another heated look and said, "By seniority, you should address me as Martial Uncle!"
"I wouldn't dare acknowledge such a shameless Martial Uncle!" Long Shasha said without the slightest fear. Clearly, this young mistress had been spoiled rotten—she even dared speak this way before a Saint.
"Shasha, don't talk nonsense!" The Second Ancestor might have been willing to "sacrifice" Zhou Heng earlier, but he would never stand by and ignore Long Shasha. The two held utterly different places in his heart, and he too leaped over.
"Fine if you won't acknowledge me!" Shi Yang threw back his head and laughed. "Long Er, it's best that you're here. This Saint has yet to marry, so I'll grant the position of Saint Mother to your Dragon Clan. I'll have this little girl!"
Pfft!
Everyone spat out. Had they misheard? Were their ears truly not malfunctioning?
Shi Yang wanted to marry Long Shasha?
Wasn't she his martial niece? Though they had no blood relation whatsoever, this was still a violation of all propriety!
This fellow truly intended to take revenge on society. He had sent his own junior sister into the Dragon Clan, and now he wanted to reclaim the debt from this pearl?
Shameless, utterly shameless!
How had someone like this become a Saint?
"This is not something I can decide. If you wish to marry the pearl of our Dragon Clan, then personally ask the old ancestor for her hand!" With Long Shasha involved, the Second Ancestor's attitude hardened as well.
"What this Saint decides is the will of heaven and earth. Is there any need for such trouble?" Shi Yang sneered and casually swept out a hand. Bang—the Second Ancestor was immediately blasted away!
Their grasp of laws was roughly equal, but in terms of