Smack!
A crisp sound rang out in the quiet chamber.
Er Daiyang, who had been hanging her head in submission, froze. Her face was red and swollen as she lifted her head in disbelief to look at the clanswoman before her.
The woman's body trembled, her features twisted. Only the last shred of reason held her back, while her eyes stared fixedly ahead.
Just then, Er Daiyuan had suddenly flicked her sleeve, sending true qi surging from her body to deliver the woman a vicious slap.
"Why..." Er Daiyang stood stunned for quite some time before steadying her emotions.
Yet before the question in her mouth could emerge, smack! Another slap landed viciously on her face.
This time, Er Daiyuan could not even be bothered to raise a hand. She merely stirred her true qi and whipped it across Er Daiyang's face.
The two true-qi slaps left both of Er Daiyang's cheeks red and swollen, burning hot. Her exquisite makeup had been thoroughly ruined, while even her hair bun and collar had fallen loose and open.
Then cold words sounded at her ear, making Er Daiyang shudder again. The little resentment in her heart instantly vanished, leaving behind only shock and grievance.
"You dare use the ancestor to pressure me? Do you mother and daughter truly think I do not kill people?"
Er Daiyuan stood with her hands behind her back, coldly sizing up the woman before her as though she were looking at a chicken or duck.
"I would not dare, Sister!"
The moment Er Daiyang heard this, she seemed to think of something. She hurriedly covered her face, lowered her head, and bowed.
She no longer dared say another word. Retreating in fear, she wanted only to leave this place at once.
Yet as Er Daiyuan looked at