"He is meditating," Tianlong said. His hand squeezed her ass harder. "His eyes are closed. He cannot see."
"He could open them," the Liu mother whispered. Her voice was hoarse. She was trembling. Her thick body was pressing against his side, her enormous tit crushed against his arm. "Please, Ancestor. Not in front of our sons."
Tianlong looked at her.
His gold-crimson eyes moved over her face, her neck, the heavy swell of her tits beneath the dark robe. He smiled. "Your sons need guidance," he said. "I am here to guide them."
He released their asses and walked toward the waterfall.
The two boys opened their eyes as he approached. They scrambled to their feet, bowing with the clumsy, panicked haste of young men in the presence of overwhelming power.
"Ancestor!" the Cai boy said.
"Ancestor," the Liu boy echoed, his head bowed.
