Though the mother and son had concealed their intentions well from each other, how could they hide them from Jiang Yang's Spirit Sense?
His expression changed after barely a glance. A flash of brilliant white leaped out, followed by a sharp shout that startled the woman into straightening her back and froze the young child who had been looking all around.
The woman was only at the seventh level of Qi Refining, while the child had barely entered Fetal Breathing. A single strand of Sword Qi from Jiang Yang was enough to hold them both in its thrall.
The blade's chilling menace made their hair stand on end. The pretty woman hurriedly rose, gathered the child into her arms, and asked Jiang Yang in alarm:
"Young master, why are you doing this? Has there been some misunderstanding?"
"A misunderstanding?"
Jiang Yang glanced at her and said coolly:
"I am only asking what you are searching for."
"Ah..."
The woman's expression stiffened for an instant. Holding the child, she hurriedly forced a placating smile.
"The little one doesn't know any better. He was only being mischievous and playing around. Please forgive him on account of his age, young master."
Then, perhaps feeling that this was not enough, she hardened her expression and steeled her heart.
"Has he broken the immortal Sect's rules? I'll discipline him right now!"
With that, she raised her hand and slapped the child hard on the bottom several times, scolding him all the while.
The child cried out a few times under the blows. His cries, mingled with the woman's reprimands, made Jiang Yang's brows knit tightly.
"Enough!"
Looking displeased, Jiang Yang swept his sleeve to stop her. Unwilling to waste any more words, he spoke bluntly:
"There is no need to keep pretending. Nothing you did