Despite Hu Meier's seductive nature and frivolous manner, she was not truly so indiscriminate. She deftly sidestepped him, sorrow settling over her face.
"Don't be so impatient, dear brother... My father has only just died, and his murder remains unavenged. How could I dare think of love?"
"Are you saying Uncle Hu Shan was murdered?"
"Yes..."
Tears welled in Hu Meier's eyes. Like pear blossoms drenched in rain, she looked all the more deserving of tenderness.
"Who did it? Uncle Hu Shan had been renowned for years. Could it have been the commander..."
"No, it was a human cultivator named Mu Bai!"
"What is his cultivation level?"
"He keeps a low profile and acts viciously. He has never revealed his true strength. I fear an ordinary Demon General would be no match for him. But I'm certain he probably hasn't formed an Inner World yet!"
"Oh, that makes things easy. Strength reigns supreme. Without an Inner World, no amount of scheming makes him worth worrying about. Rest assured, dear sister. I command hundreds of thousands of troops, and my cultivation has advanced considerably lately. I can certainly avenge you!"
Flushed with drunken exuberance, Huang De was merely coaxing Hu Meier to please her. He had originally entertained thoughts of a marriage alliance between their two races, but now that he knew Hu Shan was dead, he only intended to play around.
"If you help me avenge him, then of course I shall be yours, Brother Huang..."
Hu Meier wiped away her tears with a handkerchief and lowered her head shyly. So beautiful and pitiable was she that heat swelled in Huang De's lower belly.
"Come, Meier, let's attend to the important business first."
"Oh, I'm grieving right now. Please don't tease me, dear brother. Once my vengeance is fulfilled, I'll