Everyone was staring intently at Bai Mucheng.
Elder Lu Cun was even more lecherous, slowly approaching her.
Bai Mucheng showed no signs of panic, not attempting to flee, which excited Elder Lu Cun and everyone present.
Everyone thought Bai Mucheng had been scared silly. While they were anticipating the Sect Leader's Golden Seal, they also coveted Bai Mucheng, eager to see what the esteemed and lofty lady would look like trampled underfoot.
Elder Lu Cun, trembling with excitement, said, "Mucheng, don't be scared, Uncle Lu Cun will be gentle with you."
"Stop it!" A roar suddenly erupted from outside the ancestral hall.
The man was covered in wounds, brandishing a knife as he walked step by step into the hall.
"The master's body is not yet cold, and you beasts dare to lay hands on Mucheng in front of his remains," he said, each word heavy with grief. "Today, unless I die, none of you will touch so much as a finger on Mucheng."
