Chi Ye was thoroughly exasperated with Chi Heng, but his anxiety eased slightly.
He silently told himself not to stoop to the level of a stubborn mule like Chi Heng, but when his gaze swept over the man's face, he couldn't help but feel a pang of worry.
Not until cheers erupted from the crowd once more did a spotlight shine down from above, landing squarely on Chi Heng.
Only then did the man lift his gaze, the corners of his lips curling into a barely perceptible arc.
He stood up. As he passed Chi Ye, his lips moved. "Don't worry."
His life had long since been given to another, so no matter the outcome, he had no need for concern.
As for the Magic...
If he had to obey anyone's command, he would only obey the person who had wiped the filth from him in a dark dungeon ten years ago.
A Werewolf is born to revel in darkness, yet at that moment, he decided to devote himself to the light before him.
