As night deepened, in the Dark Moon courtyard, everyone sensed the chaotic elemental power gradually settling down. Yet no one relaxed their taut nerves. All eyes were fixed on one spot—the place where the Stellar Gate usually opened.
At last, the familiar gate of light appeared before them, and a figure stepped out. Everyone rose to their feet.
"Daddy!" Duoduo was the first to pounce on him.
Not long after, the little girl let out a shriek and began to cry. "Daddy, your hand!"
After a flurry of chaos, the courtyard finally returned to peace.
Chen Rui had great difficulty soothing his daughter. He gave Isabella a meaningful look, signaling for her to take the little girl to bed first. Aunt Isabella looked at his severed arm, bit her lip, and finally carried Duoduo away.
Jia's eyes were red as she carefully applied medicine to Chen Rui's wounds. Aside from his left arm, there were dozens of wounds, large and small, all over his body. Though she knew they were merely external injuries, and that the Crown of Thorns had already healed the major wounds—and that even the severed arm would regenerate—the little Succubus still wept with heartache.
Athena spoke with Lola while constantly glancing in Jia's direction. Clearly, she too was deeply worried.
Although Lola had advanced to peak pseudo-god level, she seemed very dejected. If not for her, Chen Rui would not have suffered such grievous injuries.
Athena saw through Lola's thoughts and gently comforted her. The Fairy Dragon and Athena had always been the best of friends, no less close than Athena was with her sister Isabella. Thinking of the person who had come to mind at the final moment when Laverti's will descended, Lola suddenly lost control and threw her arms around Athena, bursting into tears.