They distinctly felt that their lady seemed much changed on this return, not as cold as before, as if she carried a livelier aura about her.
The two tiptoed toward the back mountain, not relaxing until they were out of Madam Deyong's line of sight. The younger Little Demon, still terrified, touched her chest where her heart was violently pounding.
"I was scared to death, I thought I was going to die there," she said to her companion, her voice filled with fear. They had seen how their lady dealt with those who plotted behind her back, a bloodiness too horrifying to even speak of.
It was then that she noticed her companion just standing there blankly, not responding to her comments.
She couldn't help but touch her lightly and asked, "What's wrong, haven't recovered yet?"
The other then turned around, extremely embarrassed, and said, "I wet my pants." The authority Madam Deyong held in their hearts was evident.
