The Moon Demon Race's merchant caravan camp was already in utter chaos.
Between the tents that had once stood in orderly rows, guards hurried back and forth with torches, their faces full of anxiety and confusion as they searched for something.
Low murmurs rose and fell, gathering into a stifling undercurrent.
Yue Chen and Yue Xing exchanged a glance, their hearts sinking at the same time.
Had Princess Royal Yueye... gone mad?
A guilty feeling welled up uncontrollably from the depths of their hearts.
Yue Xing instinctively clutched her sister's sleeve. She was the one who had been "talked into" letting Xuan Ye go, so she bore the greatest responsibility.
Yue Chen, meanwhile, sighed to herself. She knew she hadn't given it her all back then.
It wasn't that she'd held back.
It was more a matter of instinct.
Xuan Ye's gaze at the time had been terrifyingly calm.
It was the absolute confidence of someone who treated sixth-tier opponents as nothing, the composure of someone completely unfazed.
Yue Chen had even felt that if she'd gone all out then, the outcome still wouldn't have changed. He would only have crushed her with even greater ease and overwhelming force.
And yet... he shouldn't have ever truly fought a sixth-tier enemy before.
That mindset, that strength...
He really was a monster.
Yue Chen was filled with complicated feelings: shock, and a touch of relief.
Thank goodness he'd left.
If things went on like this, the conflict between him and Princess Royal would eventually erupt like a volcano, burning everything to ashes.
The two of them didn't hesitate any longer. Familiar with the camp, they quietly evaded the patrolling guards and swiftly slipped into the luxurious carriage at its very center like two nimble shadows.
Inside the carriage, incense drifted through the