The Sovereign Lord grew solemn, his pale face expressionless. However, Lang Ju knew better than to relax after seeing the Fox Lord's impassive countenance.
After serving Bai Qingyue for more years than he cared to count, Lang Ju was well aware of the fact that it was actually far more dangerous when he seemed eerily calm, rather than when he displayed his wrath.
"Sire…"
"Stay here with Bai Yu, protect my consort." In between his speech, the natural pitch of Bai Qingyue's voice turned lower, "Should my mother decide to pay a visit, alert me at once. No matter what must be done, do not allow my consort to come to any harm."
"Of course, Sire."
Thus, Bai Qingyue departed the realm, an entourage of foxes, both spirits and demi-gods alike hastily followed their sovereign's footsteps and rushed into the portal.
Lang Ju remained on the now split mountains, watching as the portal dissipated into thin air a few seconds later.
