Moon Star.
Xi He and Chang Xi returned to their Dojo.
But neither looked pleased.
"Get out! All of you!"
Xi He dismissed every attendant and sat in a great chair, seething as she cursed Di Jun for being weak and useless.
"Nine of his sons are dead, and he can still bear not to confront the Witch Clan and demand an explanation! He even told me to get lost. What kind of weak man deserves to be a father?"
"And he still has the heart to discuss other matters!"
"He's sat on that throne so long he has no feelings left. All he cares about is power and weighing gains against losses!"
At that thought,
Xi He flew into a rage.
Her face burned with fury. She wanted to tear Di Jun in half.
"Sister, what should we do?"
Chang Xi hurriedly poured Xi He a cup of water and rubbed her back, helping her catch her breath.
"If Di Jun cares more about his throne than avenging his sons, then I'll avenge them myself!"
Xi He's expression turned icy.
She ordered, "Attend me! Summon the Nine Moon Spirits!"
"Yes!"
The attendants outside hurried away. Soon, nine figures with cool, ethereal bearing entered the hall and bowed together to Xi He and Chang Xi.
"Mm. Rise."
"Yes."
The nine women quickly stood.
They were breathtakingly beautiful, with graceful figures and charms all their own. Tall and radiant, they were beings formed from the moonlight of Moon Star, then awakened by Xi He with Imperial Flowing Sap to serve as her personal attendants.
Xi He swept her gaze over their faces and figures.
At last, her eyes settled on a woman whose gentle warmth held a quiet strength.
"You stay. The rest of you may go."
"Yes." The other eight