Huo Yuhao followed the voices and saw a boy and a girl tugging at each other. The girl was about fourteen or fifteen and ordinary-looking, while the boy was younger, shorter, and rather plump. Although neither of them was very old, everything they were talking about concerned things grown men and women did together.
At first, Huo Yuhao paid them little attention, assuming it was a quarrel between a young couple. Other than inwardly remarking that doing that sort of thing at such a young age was far too precocious, he was about to turn and leave.
But their conversation grew increasingly heated. The girl wanted to break up, while the boy wanted to do it one more time before agreeing to the breakup. Then the girl's voice began trembling with fear, and she started begging the boy to let her go, but he still refused...
Huo Yuhao did not want to listen any further. He did not know what that man had said when he came to his mother's room drunk, but he knew his mother had been unable to resist. Whether in status or cultivation and strength, what resistance could his mother, a servant without soul power, possibly have offered?
Huo Yuhao did not want to see anything like that happen again. Whether it was a man or a woman, whenever he saw anyone being forced by someone else, he wanted to stop it. To him, this was not about justice or any ideal. He simply hoped to save someone who might be facing the same tragic fate as his mother, hoping that such a tragic fate would never befall anyone.
Huo Yuhao walked up to them, clamped one hand around the boy's hand gripping the girl, and said calmly, "Let go of her. She said she doesn't