Looking at Mi Xi's worried face, Yousi's expression suddenly froze, involuntarily recalling the tragic memory of almost being served at the table.
"...They've all turned into the Guardian Clan, how do you still remember that?"
"Because, because, it was really scary, Mi Xi thought Yousi would never come back. If Queen Cathy were brought to the table too, the respected Lord Demon King might take his anger out on Yousi..."
At the thought of the terrifying methods of the Demon King, Yousi's confident expression instantly crumbled, and beads of sweat as large as raindrops dripped onto the ground.
"I-I never said I wouldn't go... It's time to go, Yousi!"
Dare not delay any longer, Yousi's wings behind him shook violently, turning his whole being into a black streak of light rushing to the sky, fearing being a second too late.
Mi Xi closely followed Yousi, flying towards the northern forest.
