"Yuhao, are you sure you want to join them?"
Electrolux's figure appeared in Huo Yuhao's Sea of Spirit, his tone carrying obvious concern.
"Them? Which them?"
Sky Dream Ice Silkworm snapped out of his foolish grin, finally realizing that he might have missed something.
"I don't know either, Teacher. I really don't know!"
Confusion filled Huo Yuhao's eyes, like a lost little beast with nowhere to call home.
"Then grow first. Gain great strength as quickly as possible. Only then will you be able to survive between the two sides and obtain what you want."
Electrolux sighed softly. He had not been excluded from that conversation, and he was not particularly hung up on the matter of race.
He merely pitied Huo Yuhao. The child had lost his parents at a young age, and now, for various reasons, had been dragged into a vortex. No matter which side he chose, he would lose something.
"I understand, Teacher."
Huo Yuhao forced himself to perk up, squeezing a smile onto his fair little face. Yet anyone could see the unease he could not hide in his eyes.
Sky Dream Ice Silkworm rolled around and threw a tantrum nearby, desperate to find out what had happened.
He had spent this period in constant fear, terrified that some god would notice something. But as Huo Yuhao's talent revealed itself and earned the gods' attention, he had become increasingly content to lie flat.
Huo Yuhao stroked Sky Dream Ice Silkworm's head, but said nothing.
Electrolux stood to one side, his gaze resolute. If there truly was no other way, he would take his disciple and hide in the demi-plane to develop. Once the storm had passed, they could emerge and unleash an undead calamity for revenge.
There was no helping it. He was originally only