Silence reigned within the Holy Hall. Every member of the Wing Clan was still lost in the incredible miracle they had just witnessed, staring blankly at the data on the monitoring screens, which had yet to fall.
Lan Yi Jialuo slowly walked forward, his steps almost a stagger. He came to stand before Su Yaoyao, gazing at her pale yet peaceful face as she slept, then turned his eyes to his kinsmen in the Life Pods, whose conditions had clearly improved.
He was silent for a very long time.
Then, this proud Wing King, before all his kinsmen and all the Beast Husbands, slowly and with immense solemnity, knelt on one knee before the unconscious Su Yaoyao.
He lowered his head, his voice hoarse and trembling, yet filled with an unprecedented sincerity and reverence:
"…The Wing Clan… gives thanks for the Holy Female's grace."
This time, it was not a transaction, nor a compromise, but a heartfelt and most noble expression of gratitude.
