The pious, excited voice echoed through the silent private room.
Liu Ruyan's phoenix eyes widened as she looked at Little Nine kneeling on one knee, then at the little black dog shrouded in golden light, its face full of confusion. For a moment, she could not process what was happening.
This dramatic turn of events had truly exceeded her expectations.
Young Mistress?
Wangcai?
That little black dog that followed Chen Changqing around all day, doing nothing but eating and sleeping, with a name so rustic it was embarrassing—was actually the Young Mistress of the legendary Heavenly Demon race?
Who would dare believe that if they heard it?
Within the golden light, Wangcai's contented whimpering ceased.
Its entire body felt warm and comfortable, as though it were soaking in a hot spring. Deep within its bloodline, a power that had slumbered for a long time was slowly awakening.
It lowered its head to look at Little Nine kneeling before it, then tilted its head at its calm and composed master nearby. Its blood-red dog eyes were filled with enormous confusion.
Young Mistress?
Was she calling me?
What did that mean?
Was it tasty?
"Woof?"
Wangcai barked tentatively, its tail swaying uncertainly.
Hearing that bark, Little Nine not only found nothing improper about it, but grew even more excited. She raised her head, unprecedented fervor blazing in her golden pupils.
"Young Mistress! This subordinate has finally found you!"
"This time, several branches of our race left our ancestral land precisely to search through the vast sea of people for your traces!"
"Since the ancient Demon Sovereign fell, our Heavenly Demon race has been leaderless, our bloodline dwindling and scattered to the four winds. Only you, who carry the purest progenitor bloodline, can once again take command of the Heavenly Demon Token, rule