In the depths of Fort Continent, Qianye and Nighteye were standing side by side at the edge of a cliff. Before them was a green ocean of mist-shrouded trees, stretching far off until it met the sky over the horizon.

“Here we are,” Qianye said.

Nighteye did not say a word.

Qianye hugged her gently. “This is a key period for your recovery. You must find a safe place to recuperate, not run around with me. Seek me out when you’ve become a prince or even a great dark monarch.”

“What will you do then?”

Qianye smiled as he produced a hazy mass of origin power. “With this chaos origin power, no one but the Demon King can capture me.”

Nighteye was still worried, but Zhuji said, “Don’t worry, I’ll be around to fight those Papa can’t beat.”

Little Zhuji was in a fairly strange state. Her bloodline powers hadn’t matured, but her physical strength had reached an extreme level. Her constitution was akin to the combined strength of the ancient vampires and arachne, hardly measurable with ordinary standards. A while back, she even managed to break free from Sousa’s grip while he was distracted. Having her around would be a great boon for Qianye.

Nighteye was also a decisive person. “Very well,...