With a flash of golden light, the Divine Throne transformed into a streak of radiance and vanished from the Mountain Hollow.
A few breaths later, Long Xingyu returned to Mount Odin with Long Haoyu and Long Haochen.
Bai Yue was standing there. She had heard everything Long Haoyu had said to Long Xingyu earlier.
Even from far away, she had still seen Long Xingyu summon the Divine Throne.
Her feelings complicated, she looked at the father and two sons as they returned. "Was it truly an invasion by the Demon Race?"
"Yes. Over a thousand Demon Wolfmen, all executed!" Long Xingyu replied.
The coldness he had shown while facing over a thousand Demon Wolfmen faded away in Bai Yue's presence.
Bai Yue gently held Long Xingyu's large hand and sighed softly. "Are you preparing to leave?"
"Yes. I had originally planned to guide Haoyu and Haochen here for three years, but the Demon Race can no longer restrain itself. We must return early," Long Xingyu said in a low, forceful voice.
Hearing this, Long Haochen immediately became excited. "Brother, are we going back to the Holy Temple Alliance with Father?"
Long Haoyu gave Long Haochen a thoughtful glance. He could not bear to dampen his enthusiasm, yet for some inexplicable reason, he still forced out a sentence.
"Haochen, don't make things sound so wonderful. He doesn't seem like the kind of father who takes his duties seriously."
"He already said it himself. Fledgling Eagles must eventually spread their wings and soar. He plans to leave us to fend for ourselves."
Long Haochen: "..."
Long Xingyu: "..."
Silently watching Long Haoyu choke him again, Long Xingyu felt nothing but frustration.
A trace of gentle power came from his palm. Long Xingyu looked at Bai Yue and saw that she had just