Corbin Crowley sneered, the killing intent around him slightly subsiding.
As long as this bug no longer covets Luna, talking about being the eighth Beast Husband, he can tolerate it for now.
Luna Sutton let out a huge sigh of relief, a big smile appearing on her face: "Great, Goldie, I knew you are sensible. Shall we start now? Time waits for no one."
The Golden Silkworm King's mouth twitched at the nickname 'Goldie', a trace of disdain flashing across his expression.
He felt the nickname did not suit his grand status.
But he also felt it was a term of closeness, so he didn't oppose it.
He walked to the pile of Beast Skin Scrolls beside The Old Shaman, his golden eyes sweeping over them: "These prescriptions are too mild, they're useless against such a fierce pestilence."
He disdainfully pushed aside a few Beast Skin Scrolls, picking up the mugwort placed beside them with his fingers, "This has some use, warding off evil, but it's just an aid."
