He stared at the way she was burying her face in the very chest he had been violently denied access to just hours prior.
The air in the cavern instantly dropped by ten degrees, thick with a suffocating, possessive killing intent that made the remaining shadow guards subconsciously take a step back.
"Commander Mo," Yichen purred, his voice a melodic, venomous whisper. "Remove this screeching parasite from my Royal Uncle. If she refuses to walk, sever her legs."
Commander Mo stepped forward instantly, reaching a massive, gauntleted hand toward the girl's shoulder. "Miss, please release the Martial Uncle. We will escort you—"
The girl shrieked louder, violently swatting the Commander's hand away without even looking at him. "Don't touch me, you ugly brute! I only want him! He is the only safe one! Carry me!"
Ji'an looked at the sobbing, demanding girl.
She looked at Commander Mo's deeply offended, scarred face.
