The World: What Rises Must Fall

Zhong Shenxiu carried her to the sofa and sat down, placing her on his lap and letting her lean against his chest. His arm encircled her waist, his palm resting against her side, its warmth passing through her clothes to her skin.

He lowered his head, resting his chin atop her head. His Light Gold Vertical Pupils gazed at the bustling Eastsea City beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Since the fate of the Soul Beast Clan is to be tied to the Dragon Fighting Plane, there must be rules."

His voice was low and calm, as though he were stating an immutable fact.

"The Fighting Dragon Clan will not oppress them, but the Soul Beast Clan must show the proper attitude. Do you understand?"

Gu Yue gave a soft snort and found a comfortable position in Zhong Shenxiu's embrace, turning her face to press it against his chest as she lingered in the dragon aura surrounding him. Her fingers drew circles over his lapel, her voice languid and faintly indifferent.

"No problem. I'll make it clear to them. I've given up anyway; the task of reviving the Soul Beasts doesn't suit me. If they still refuse to listen, it won't be my business anymore. They can do whatever they want."

There was a carefree, give-up-and-let-it-burn quality to her tone, but even more than that, there was the relief that came after utter exhaustion.

Clearly, she had yet to fully recover from Zhong Lingyue's provocation.

Who was responsible for the Soul Beasts ending up like this? The Dragon God!

Wasn't it that old beast, the Dragon God, who had imposed the Heavenly Punishment once every hundred thousand years and decreed that Soul Beasts could not Achieve Godhood?

The Silver Dragon King was only one half split off from the Dragon God. Why