"I heard someone calling my name," Haoran said, his voice smooth, cold, and carrying an authority that made Hua Lin's bone-sword tremble in her hand. "And it sounds like someone was threatening to turn my woman into dust."
"Who are you?! How dare you interfere in our private affairs!" Hua Lin glared at him, her pink snake tail thrashing the sand into a fine mist. "Are you courting death, Human!?"
Her bone-sword hummed with a lethal, vibrating frequency, yet even she could feel a cold sweat beginning to form at the nape of her neck.
Something about this man seems to make her feel very unsettled. This is the same unsettling feeling she has when facing the Queen, an absolute suppression of bloodline.
But how is that possible?
This man is clearly a human!
Shen Haoran didn't deign to answer her immediately, instead, he jumped down from the flying sword with a practiced, weightless grace, landing softly on the desert floor directly between the Lamia army and the two girls.
