The situation at the scene was extremely awkward.
Yuchi jumped down from the bow of the ship and walked on the surface of the Ancient God Sea toward Hu Yiyi.
When he got close enough, he threw himself into her arms, wailing. It appeared that he was having an emotional breakdown.
Hu Yiyi's body trembled. She looked at the strange man who was half-kneeling on the sea in her arms in disbelief.
"Saintess, don't do this to me."
"I will always stand on the side of our fox race."
"This person doesn't know what is good for him and was trying to get me to tell him where our territory was. He scolded me, beat me up, and even said that our fox race is trash."
"Hmph, since he dared to say that, then I'll say it now. In front of the fox race, your dragon-phoenix race is just a group of ants."
Yuchi angrily gestured toward Xiang Zihong.
"Saintess, you must seek justice for me and our race."
