Jin Dongfang and Jin Lianming's eyes were filled with apprehension, unexpectedly realizing that this beautiful woman, whom they assumed should be ravaged upon a bed, turned out to be so terrifying.
"Who are you?"
Jin Lianming's gaze was solemn: "Fellow Daoist, we are from the Golden Winged Roc Clan, surely we have no enmity with you?"
Yin Qianqian's charming face gleamed, smilingly saying, "Call me mother, and I'll tell you who I am."
Jin Dongfang and Jin Lianming's old faces stiffened, they were both over a century old, how could they say such a thing.
"Fellow Daoist, this is a matter between us and the Feather Clan, I hope you don't get involved."
Jin Dongfang spoke, half persuading and half threatening.
The key is they can't win; if they could, this woman would have been ravaged by now, no need to talk on and on.
