Fu Ye nodded.
"It is the Kunlun Demon Emperor's strategist, a half-step emperor-level demon. Its Mind System magic rivals that of a lesser emperor. With it by your side, no one will be able to hurt you. And whenever you want to come back, you can. I'll personally come get you."
Ye Xin Xia raised her head to look at Fu Ye, and the panic in her heart gradually faded.
She knew that Brother Ye would not lie to her, much less place her in danger.
She took a deep breath, a trace of resolve flashing through her eyes. "Brother Ye, I'll go."
Fu Ye smiled faintly, his eyes filled with relief.
"Good. They'll come for you in three days. Use this time to prepare properly."
Ye Xin Xia nodded gently. Her feelings were still complicated, but she no longer had the slightest hesitation.
Mu Ningxue looked at Ye Xin Xia and spoke softly.
"Xin Xia, go without worry. I'll wait for you here. When you return, we'll cultivate together."
"Of course, I'll go visit you at the Parthenon Temple during the World Academy Competition."
"Mm!" Ye Xin Xia revealed a faint smile.
One week later.
Imperial Capital Magic Academy, World College Tournament team assembly grounds.
Banners snapped in the wind as particles of magical energy churned and surged through the air. A vigorous, razor-sharp aura soared into the heavens.
The war drums of the World University Tournament had already sounded. The finest magical geniuses from all across the Divine Land had gathered here.
Fourteen figures stood in neat ranks, each radiating an imposing aura far beyond that of their peers.
Fu Ye stood beneath the shade of a tree outside the assembly grounds, his gaze sweeping calmly across the field.
In the original story, Mo Fan had missed the