At this moment, Ye Wuchen was staring intently at the two people fighting in the void.
His handsome face was extremely somber, the Mandala Flower exuded an evil glow, his pair of purple eyes flashed with murderous intent, his fists clenched tightly, yet he forcibly contained the impulse in his heart...
In the eyes of any man, women were just accessories, during times of crisis, hiding behind a man was enough.
Both men and women thought this was nothing out of the ordinary.
Women were inherently meant to be protected.
But his niece was an exception; she did not want anyone to protect her, only wanting to use her own hands to support a vast sky for her family.
And how indulgently loved must she be, for this man to allow her to do what she wants? Even if he could no longer endure it...
Dou Yijun felt a bit of emotion, these two people, truly beyond comparison to ordinary folks...
"Yue'er..."
