"I promise, I'll take you to see Yu Zitong one last time. After that, you won't belong to him anymore. You'll belong to me."
Tu Xiao'an's eyes burned with intensity. A confident smile on his face, he reached out again and patted its little head. This time, it didn't shy away.
"Haha... It's time to go deal with that old hag. I'll help you vent some of that anger, too."
Having placated the Golden Pupils, Tu Xiao'an walked toward the courtyard. The place was a complete wreck. The ground was uneven, sand and stones flew through the air, and waves of violent power ravaged the area. A bleak, murderous aura filled the world.
