Pip nodded slightly.
"Yes, Master."
'It was true, he wasn't needed here as their leader. His people were all diligent and hardworking. As long as they had a place to call their own, they could build a new home in no time.'
"Let's go!" As he spoke, Aaron Sinclair's figure shot away like a meteor, heading toward the distant Ashkaron.
By the time Aaron Sinclair returned, it was already evening. Ashkaron Palace was brilliantly illuminated, its nighttime scenery particularly striking.
"Mother, Aunt Nerida, I'm back."
The evening banquet hadn't started yet. Disciples from The Demonic Domain moved in perfect unison, carrying platters of dumplings and arranging them on the tables. The dumplings were clearly fresh from the pot, still steaming hot. But it wasn't just dumplings; the tables were laden with a dazzling array of all kinds of dishes. The dumplings, however, were the main course for the evening—a must-try for everyone.
