"They're not useless!"
Yang Huai snorted softly and came back to his senses, speaking at the same time.
"Didn't I tell you that you didn't need to come?"
At those words, Princess Xingya's lovely face bloomed into a smile.
"What you say doesn't count. I came as a guest at my uncle's invitation!"
"The old man?"
Yang Huai mused inwardly. The Five Luminaries Demon God naturally wished for a toad to feast on swan meat.
In truth, Yang Huai had his own suspicions about this matter.
Could Xingya, the lofty princess of the Roushou Tribe, really take a fancy to a little nobody like Jin Chong?
Could blond hair really work on a goddess?
Yang Huai had a question mark in his heart. Not to mention that Jin Chong did not possess the innate talent of sweet talk; instead, he was riddled with bad habits.
And he was lustful besides. Lust was a great taboo in war—he had already lost half the battle.
Xingya stepped to the side of one of the wooden carvings. She raised her slender, delicate hand, and one carving immediately flew into her palm.
"A wooden carving of Sui Ren?"
She inspected it briefly. In an instant, she sensed a bright and vast intent surging from within it. Her willow brows rose as she shot Jin Chong a surprised glance. This pure, luminous artistic conception was not weak. Any ordinary evil spirit encountering such a wooden carving would likely have its form scattered on the spot.
"I take back what I said before. I never expected you to have such skill?"
With his suspicions confirmed, Yang Huai was even less inclined to pay her any attention.
What he was pondering now was another matter: whether he could link the power of each wooden carving together, as