Su Miao held Wukong in her arms and looked up at the two sides.
Zhunti and Jieyin stood together, while Yuanshi and Tongtian stood shoulder to shoulder.
She felt like she was caught between two mountain walls slowly closing in, with the little ball of fur that had caused all this tucked in her arms.
Wukong shifted in her embrace, poking half his head out from the crook of her arm. He looked at Yuanshi, then at Zhunti, and tilted his head in confusion.
He wanted to go over and help Father and Daddy, but an animal's instincts told him—
Stay quiet. Don't move. Behave and remain in Mother's arms if you want to live.
The Golden Dragon had kept himself perfectly hidden from beginning to end, maintaining the proper mindset of a spectator enjoying the show.
Even five thousand years from now, he would remember today's drama with perfect clarity.
Yuanshi had no patience to argue with them any further. He grabbed Zhunti with one hand and dragged him into a spatial rift.
Jieyin, who had wanted to make a move, was stopped by Tongtian.
Tongtian was unusually calm. Thinking back on it now—
The way Jieyin looked at Miao Heng was exactly the same as the way Zhunti looked at her.
There was no need to say it. This man had a problem too.
"You're coming with me as well."
Tongtian gripped Jieyin's shoulder, and Jieyin did not try to break free again.
He merely straightened the sleeve that had been tugged crooked, calmly told Su Miao that he would have to excuse himself, then followed Tongtian into the spatial rift.
His composed bearing made it seem as though he were only attending a tea gathering.
Jieyin had known this day would come sooner or later, and he