Jared shot Flaxseed a withering side-eye, the kind one gave a friend who had gone one joke too far.
Heat flickered behind Jared's calm gaze, but he kept silent, at least for now.
Under the rough hands of the two black-robed cultivators, the young woman's garments were yanked away, falling like wilted petals until her skin shivered in open air.
Flaxseed's eyes bulged. A silver thread of drool slid down his chin before he jerked his head up, wiping it away as if nothing had happened.
"Mr. Flaxseed, is that enough of a demonstration?" Jared asked, his voice cool.
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