The oppressive aura that had weighed upon the sacred beasts dissipated as Xiao Yun withdrew his power. His demeanor shifted in an instant, from an unfathomable, terrifying existence to a spoiled child rushing into his master's arms.
"Master, I'm back," he cooed, nuzzling against Shenlian Yingyue affectionately.
She caught him instinctively, her mind still reeling from what she had just witnessed. She had always known Xiao Yun was extraordinary, but this… this was beyond anything she had imagined. The way he had effortlessly suppressed Qing Long, Bai Hu, Xuan Wu, and Zhu Que, beings of immense power, as if they were mere ants beneath his feet. Just who was he?
A faint smile touched her lips as she stroked his fur. It didn't matter. No matter how unfathomable his origins were, he was still her Yunyun.
