บท 131: The Southern Market Bazaar Part 2

A frown creased the Moon Goddess's brow as she witnessed the scenes unfolding through the Mortal Mirror. A growl of frustration rumbled from her throat. "I should have known," she muttered, her voice heavy with disappointment. Her grip tightened on the armrest, her knuckles cracking with the building tension.

Now that Tuzi was no longer shuffled away in a small rural village, but exposed to a much bigger world at the bazaar; Men were sniffling around after her, like they have never seen a woman before.

Correction. They have never seen such a beautiful woman before, which Tuzi was.

The Goddess wanted to crack some skulls. Tuzi is her lady. These rascals dare chase after what is her's…?! Grrrrr…..

"Son of a bitches," she grumbled in dismay, shaking her head. The deity wished that the Goddess of Seasons was in the God Realm. She'd request for Lady Rain to send a bolt of lightning down on those horn dogs!