The Promise

Hu Zixin steadily caught Ye Mo before he could fall. Her face was still full of confusion. What exactly had happened?

But when the Young Emperor said those words just now, they truly made one's blood boil.

How many years had the Azure Hill Clan wandered since its decline? Though they had now settled down, who could guarantee that the Azure Hill Clan would not be forced to wander again?

The Azure Hill Clan possessed certain traits similar to soul beasts, yet they could cultivate like humans. Humans regarded them as outsiders, while soul beasts refused to accept them.

The Azure Hill Clan thus survived in the narrow gap between soul beasts and humans. Some humans who learned of their existence even captured women of the Azure Hill Clan on a large scale.

It was because the women of the Azure Hill Clan were all breathtakingly beautiful, and as foxfolk, they carried a faint, alluring charm that further stirred human desire.

With no other choice, their people began to wander, concealing their identities and living in remote places. Yet they still could not escape humanity's hunting and slaughter.

The Azure Hill Clan abandoned their long-held hope of peacefully coexisting with humans and relocated their entire clan.

Unlike certain races whose countries and people kindly welcomed them and allowed them to develop there, only for them to become lazy, spread disease, and disrupt public order.

In the end, the Azure Hill Clan settled here as well. This was an uninhabited place, but also a land blessed by fortune.

Hu Zixin slowly stroked Ye Mo's cheek. With his eyes tightly shut, he looked as though he had already fallen asleep.

The Azure Hill Clan would not wander forever, because you are here?

The Young Emperor had truly matured. He could even say something so domineering.

Hu Zixin recalled the first time she had met the Young Emperor. She had been ten years old then, and had just been recognized as the clan's greatest genius.

She could not help but feel somewhat proud. By coincidence, the clan's sacred relic, the Nine-Tailed Fox Statue, let out a fox cry. At first, the clan members believed that Hu Zixin's talent had stirred the Nine-Tailed Fox.

But when her father brought the Young Emperor over, all those thoughts changed. The Young Emperor possessed a pair of naturally purple, bewitching pupils. Ordinary clansmen of the same sex would feel an urge to submit whenever they met his gaze.

Those powerful clansmen, however, could ignore that feeling.

But to the opposite sex, those eyes held an immense attraction, regardless of their strength.

Hu Zixin had been instantly drawn to Ye Mo. What kind of bewitching eyes were those? Even though he had only been a baby.

An indescribable affection began to grow in Hu Zixin's heart. Of course, wherever Hu Zixin was, how could her sworn rival, Leng Ning, be absent?

At that time, both of them had been captivated.

Perhaps this was love at first sight—the kind that transcended age.

It sounded utterly ridiculous, but that was an unavoidable fact. Who could blame this guy for being so charming?

At the time, Hu Tian had guessed whether this fellow's birth had caused the Nine-Tailed Fox Statue's abnormal trembling. When Hu Tian brought Ye Mo before the Nine-Tailed Fox Statue, it had indeed begun to shake violently.

Combined with the ancestor's earlier prophecy, Hu Tian could basically determine that this fellow was the person foretold to lead the Azure Hill Clan back to its peak.

Hu Tian had even convened a clan meeting for this reason. It was at that meeting that Ye Mo was named the Young Emperor.

How could Ye Mo have known that an offhand remark from him would make Hu Zixin think of so many things? He had merely remembered a line Li Bai once said while he was playing Honor of Kings and casually adapted it.

The original line was: "The soul of the Spirit of Azure Hill will not wander forever, because I am here."

"Cough, cough."

Hu Tian coughed a few times at just the right moment.

Blushing, Hu Zixin stopped what she was doing. She had forgotten that everyone was still here. As the clan leader, she had lost her composure.

Although they still looked bewildered, they understood that the Azure Hill Clan was about to welcome a glorious era.

"Young Emperor!"

"Young Emperor!"

Cries rang out from Heart Tide Lake. Compared to before, their voices carried an added measure of excitement and pride.

Hu Tian waved his hand in a gesture for them to stop, and the cries gradually subsided.

"I know everyone is excited right now. You all understand that our entire Azure Hill Clan is about to welcome the glory that belongs to us.

Think of how prosperous the Azure Hill Clan once was. Now, under the Young Emperor's leadership, we will surely rise to the peak once more.

You have all likely witnessed the Young Emperor's martial spirit awakening. He possesses the Three Lives Spirit, and he even naturally possessed his first Soul Ring. The Young Emperor's first Soul Ring is a Spatial Soul Skill."

At this point, Hu Tian paused and swept his gaze over the expressions of the surrounding clansmen.

The clansmen near Heart Tide Lake revealed looks of shock. While praying earlier, they had entered a wondrous state. The moment they regained consciousness, they saw and heard the Young Emperor making his domineering declaration.

Naturally, they had not seen Ye Mo's soul skill, and he had even been born with a Soul Ring.

"Remember this day.

It is our glory.

It is the beginning of our peak.

It is our immortal legend."

There was no long-winded speech, no elaborate embellishment. Just a few simple words, yet they stirred the heartstrings of every clansman.

How many years had their clan been in decline?

Now, it was finally about to awaken. How could they not be excited?

By then, Hu Zixin had already carried Ye Mo away, with Leng Ning following close behind.

On the way, Hu Zixin seemed to think of something, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her lips. It was a beautiful memory. She wondered whether the Young Emperor still remembered it.

On a grassy field, a cute-looking young girl and an incomparably handsome little boy lay together. They looked utterly at ease.

"From now on, I'll protect Big Sister."

The little boy suddenly said this to the girl beside him.

"If you want to protect your big sister, you still have a long way to go."

The girl pinched the boy's cheek and said with a grin, clearly not taking his words seriously.

But the little boy did not mind at all. His little face bore a serious expression.

"Really. Anyway, I'll protect Big Sister from now on."

"Silly boy, if your big sister is ever in danger, her own husband will protect her."

The girl still wore a cheerful smile, though her tone carried a trace of insincerity.

"Then I'll be Big Sister's husband."

The little boy showed no intention of giving up. He looked at the girl with determined eyes.

"Oh? You want to be Big Sister's husband?"

The girl looked at the boy thoughtfully, but her hand did not stop pinching his cheek.

"Yes."

The little boy answered firmly.

"To be Big Sister's husband, you have to protect her. You don't have the ability to be her husband yet."

The girl's voice carried a hint of amusement, while her expression clearly showed delight.

"Then what should I do? I want to protect Big Sister."

The little boy said dejectedly, seemingly failing to notice the amusement in the girl's voice.

"However..."

The girl paused. The little boy looked at her expectantly.

"Big Sister can be your fiancée. Once the Young Emperor has the ability to protect Big Sister, you can marry me."

The girl looked at the little boy with eyes full of laughter.

"Okay."

The little boy nodded heavily. Beneath the setting sun, a pair of bewitching purple eyes met a pair of pale pink eyes, as though the sky itself bore witness to their promise.

"Okay."

Today, I sat on the toilet, looking at Honor of Kings on my phone while trying to write. I racked my brains for ages, then finally took a deep breath. Writing was impossible. A cold smile appeared at the corner of my mouth.

Then I opened Honor of Kings and played a ranked match. Six minutes later, I stared at the ceiling at a forty-five-degree angle. I should probably go write.

After all, there are too few authors as diligent as me these days, lol.

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