After returning to the great hall once again,
Princess Yan Xue'er had awakened. She was not crying, nor making a fuss, simply staring vacantly at the floor, her eyes devoid of any focal point.
Yan Mo's heart ached immensely as he embraced her, saying nothing, for no words could convey the pain and guilt within his heart.
But he did not regret his actions.
In choosing between emotion and reason for the future of the Yan Tribe, he had chosen reason.
"My dear sister, from now on, I will protect you for all the days of your life," Yan Mo kissed the top of Princess Yan Xue'er's head.
He then walked to the Yan King's golden throne and activated the mechanism.
In an instant, the ground of the entire great hall once again revealed a massive hole, unveiling a vast abyss.
It was empty. Not only was there no sign of the Yan Queen and Suo Lun, but even the incarnation of the Sea God, the giant beast, had also vanished without a trace.
