The Lord Is Too Overbearing

"You thought I was committing adultery with Basil?" Mei Qi looked at Xiu Li aghast. "Why do you think I am stupid enough to do that?"

"I…uh…it was too suggestive. I couldn't help thinking about the worst…" Xiu Li scratched his head in utter embarrassment as he dodged Mei Qi's gaze.

Basil didn't say anything but he still thought it was amusing. He didn't blame Xiu Li; perspective is such a weird thing. Depending on where you stand, you see different scenery. He wouldn't say he and Mei Qi were wrong either. How onlookers decided to comprehend the situation, after all, was not of their concern.

"We have arrived."

The conversation ceased when Basil and Mei Qi heard Basil's words. They took a look at their surroundings in wonder, not because they had forgotten about their home country but because they wanted to make sure Basil was not being humorous.

"Brother…the city is still five kilometres ahead," Xiu Li said awkwardly.

"If receive a call from nature, you can just say it, Basil. It is not something to be embarrassed about," Mei Qi chimed in.

Looking at the two as if they were blabbering blockheads, Basil calmly said, "It seems to me you have forgotten how daring the people of the West are. Going into the city directly will only attract unnecessary attention."

"It is fine," Mei Qi assured. "No one will dare to touch me—kyaa!"

Basil pulled Mei Qi toward him and then jumped down from Deacon. Mei Qi was not amused by what he did; however, being himself, he didn't care about it. Xiu Li also got down afterwards. He gave them a hood and forcefully put one on Mei Qi despite her vehement refusal. When everyone was ready, Deacon assumed his puppy form and then perched on Basil's shoulder.

Before they walk, Basil took Mei Qi's hand so she wouldn't run away and greet the people she knew the moment they encountered one. Mei Qi, who was irked by Basil's extreme measure—paranoia, in her words—was bewildered when he did that.

She turned to Basil, demanding an explanation with her eyes; however, Basil utterly ignored her. He turned to Xiu Li and then asked something that made her lip involuntarily twitch.

"Do you have prostitutes in Huaxia?"

"Eh? Yeah…why is it, Brother?" Xiu Li asked nervously, dreading what Basil would do and how Iliana would react when she found out about it.

"Well, we will use that setting."

"Excuse me?" Mei Qi interjected. "Not even governors of our provinces dare to treat me like that. Do you think—"

"Hush…you are wasting breath."

Basil was lightly clamping Mei Qi's lips together with his fingers to prevent her from speaking. She was too bewildered to even feel offended, so she just stared at Basil silently.

When Basil let go of her lips, she didn't say anything. She didn't want to sound like a whiny lass, so she just followed Basil's lead silently…like the good lass she was, ironically.

Xiu Li, who was looking at the scene, couldn't help smiling wryly. He wondered if Basil had even any fear for him to treat Yang Tian Long's daughter like that.

….

In Wanhei Province, Dongguan City, which was one of the biggest and most prosperous cities in the entire Huaxia, one of the most respected individuals in the country stood facing the gigantic painting in his room. He stared at it like it was heaven's creation, being deeply immersed in it.

What he was looking at was the picture of a young beautiful woman with long, luscious black hair. Her hair flowed down her back like a waterfall; the serene look on her face made one feel like staring at a Goddess. She was his daughter—the daughter he hadn't met for years already.

"Mei-er, I love you dearly but why did you have to be so cruel and left this father of yours for that insolent, good-for-nothing vermin? Oh my…I can't say that, can I? No matter how much I hate that dunderhead, he is still your husband after all. Oh, how sad this old man's life is."

The man was already 150 years old this year; however, he looked like someone who was only in his late fifties. Every hair on his body had turned grey, yet he was as vigorous as a youngster. He might not look muscular; however, he was fit and healthy. "Outdated" he might look, yet one wouldn't hesitate to call him attractive.

This man—the man who was cursing his son-in-law every day while lamenting his daughter's declaration of independence—was Yang Tian Long, the man who ranked seventh on the Top Ten Daoists of Huaxia. His beloved daughter was none other than Yang Mei Qi, who was on the way to meet him.

"Ah…I can't be lamenting every day," Tian Long sighed. "It has been twenty years—it is time for me to move on..." he paused and then snapped angrily, "...like I could! Damn you, Anthony! You know I hate you, so why didn't you let your wife and your son—my grandson—see me!?"

The reason why Mei Qi had cut communication with her father was not entirely because she didn't want her real identity to be exposed. She could have met her father discreetly; however, she didn't do that because of the argument they had a few days before she married Anthony.

- What!? Becoming a concubine? You, my daughter? Have you lost your mind, Mei-er? Your father is Yang Tian Long, the seventh strongest Daoist in Huaxia! I can slap that Emperor of Arthean to death but you decided to become the concubine of a mere King under that person? Ludicrous!

- I have told you—it is just a status! He only has one true wife and I will become the second.

- Mei-er, many great young Daoists have asked for your hand in marriage but you refused them. They are better and stronger than that vermin Anthony!

- Father, he is the one I am happy with! I…to think that you didn't even bother to know him better before judging what kind of person he is…I am disappointed.

Mei Qi left Huaxia after the argument. A few days later, she became Anthony's fifth concubine and Tian Long could do nothing about it other than accept it was his defeat.

"Gosh, thinking about the past intensifies my urge to crush that vermin's windpipe," Tian Long scoffed. Turning to the window of his room, he recalled someone's face, whom he had become a good friend with. "Ah, I will meet him. If it is him, he will understand my feeling."

Crossing his hands behind him, he drew the Qi in his Spiritual Root. A faint mist quickly surrounded him and, in the next moment, he disappeared from his room.

When he reappeared, he was before a decent-sized but luxurious manor. The guards before the gate widened their eyes when they saw him; however, none of them made a fuss as they let him enter.

Walking on the pavement, he looked around, admiring the flowers that decorated the front yard. It wasn't his first time coming here, still, the scenery never ceased to amaze him.

"Ho-Ho-Ho…fine daughter he has. What a lucky man," he commented. Reminded about the daughter of his own, he couldn't help lamenting, "I have a fine daughter too…however, that vermin—ah, no. I can't be like this. This is disrespectful to my happy-go-lucky friend."

When he entered the hall, he was slightly surprised by how quiet it was. Although the manor was too big for four people to live in, it had always been lively since the daughters of his friend liked to do some pretty interesting things.

One of them liked to bake and honed her skills as a Warrior, meanwhile, the rest liked to practice sorcery from the West. None of them was a genius; however, their drive and dedication to improving themselves made them extraordinary.

Because of that reason, the manor was always lively. For it to be quiet, something serious must have happened and it made his expression darkened; no one messed with people whom he considered friends.

"Is that…true?"

"Why would I lie?"

"I…no…. No, this feels surreal. How could they—what has he done wrong?"

"Nothing; however, the fact that you are here means that he had predicted everything."

"…that boy, really…."

Tian Long could hear his friend talking with a woman. The solemnity in his friend's tone turned Tian Long's expression even darker. His friend was in trouble; however, his friend didn't ask him for help even though he could. The consideration touched Tian Long as much as it irked him, so he decided to force his friend to accept his help.

Drawing his Qi, he merged into the wall and then appeared out of thin air right beside his friend. The sight of him shocked the alluring mature lady greatly; however, his friend, who had already gotten used to his antics, merely turned around and greeted him.

"Ah, Tian Long. Why didn't you tell me you were going to visit?" Said friend acted as if the conversation he had with the lady had never happened.

Tian Long looked at said friend solemnly. "Listen, Danzel. I know I have never bragged about it but, as someone who has a stinky Westerner bastard as a son-in-law, I can speak Exonet. I know what you have been talking about. It's disrespectful, I know, but I want to help."

Said friend, Danzel, Basil's adoptive father, merely smiled at Tian Long. "I know. I was just testing you."

"Hoh? Sneaky as always, huh?" Tian Long remarked, earning a light smile from Danzel that didn't look sincere at all. "Tell me, my friend. You look so distressed—let this friend of yours solve your problem for you."

Danzel looked at Tian Long contemplatively and then turned to the alluring mature lady, Viscountess Diana Chilston, Julia's mother. "I think it is better to let the girls know."

"Are your daughters out?" Tian Long asked.

"Yes…I told them to have some fun outside because of this." Danzel smiled faintly. "They should be back in—"

"Father, look whom we have brought home!"

Danzel was interrupted by Clarissa, who was holding a hooded figure in her hand. Her eyes were shining brightly as if she had won full ownership of the world.

"Woah…Brother is not joking, huh?"

"Senior…he is going to be a—eh, mother!?"

Shirley and Julia arrived not long after. The latter was shocked to find her mother, whom she hadn't met for two years, there; meanwhile, the former was dumbfounded by the identity of the woman in the hood walking beside her.

Amidst all this, two people were staring into each other's eyes with utter seriousness. Tian Long was bewildered by the ungaugeable presence before him, meanwhile, the hooded figure was measuring his level of threat.

Silence descended upon the place by the time they knew it; it was only broken when the hooded figure pulled down his hood, revealing his otherworldly attractive visage. "Yang Tian Long, I am here to make a debt," said the young man, Basil, in fluent Hua Dialect.