"Elder Brother, wait!" Just as Dijiang was about to strike Quan Jiu with his palm, Houtu suddenly called out to him.
"Little Sister, what is it?" At her voice, Dijiang stopped his arm and turned to ask Houtu.
"Elder Brother, perhaps Quan Jiu has simply gotten himself tangled up in his thoughts. We can talk this through. Please don't hurt him," Houtu said to Dijiang.
Quan Jiu was the foremost Great Shaman of Dijiang's tribe, and ranked among the top five Great Shamans of the entire Witch Race. How could they hurt him just because he was being somewhat willful? They ought to be patient and reason with him, helping him recognize his mistake and find his way back from the wrong path.
"Gotten himself tangled up in his thoughts? Is this something you can excuse that way?" Dijiang demanded, his eyes widening. Then he addressed Quan Jiu again. "Quan Jiu, you should know your standing. You are the Witch Race's representative walking the earth, and to some extent, you represent our honor. If you marry a woman of the Human Race, you will damage our prestige in the eyes of the myriad races of the Primordial World. I ask you: knowing that, do you still intend to marry this woman?"
"Ancestral Witch, I... have failed the Witch Race. I am willing to accept any punishment. I only beg you to permit this marriage!" Quan Jiu clenched his fists and spoke through gritted teeth.
"You!" Dijiang's eyes reddened, and his arm swung down again, about to strike Quan Jiu. Quan Jiu neither dared nor wished to dodge.
"No!" Just then, A Li suddenly raised her head. Her pupils contracted, and she hurriedly rose to shield Quan Jiu.
"Hm?" Dijiang's expression shifted slightly. He had not expected this woman... to truly