"Stop, stop, stop~ We can talk this over, no need for this,"
Long Yue forcibly suppressed the revulsion in her heart, speaking feebly.
Feeling the warm and firm chest behind her, the large hands caressing her abdomen, the face that was almost pressed against her pretty face... Long Yue was in a panic, yet she forced herself to appear calm.
In her previous life, she was a Jiao Saint of the Saintly Abyss Realm, overlooking the Eight Hundred Divine Regions. In this life, however, she had fallen to such a state, the intense contrast piercing Long Yue's cultivation heart.
She, the former Jiao Saint, was now like meat on a chopping board, to be sliced at will, manipulated casually by this person.
"There's nothing to discuss."
Old Ancestor Han Li had weathered great ups and downs; he could strive for towering peaks, but also linger in secluded valleys, his vision vast.
"Stop!"
"You must not bully the dragon too far..."