The Crimson-Scaled King's status within the Willow Snake Clan was second only to the Venerable Biwu. He naturally carried an air of majesty, and wherever he passed, the surrounding Willow Snakes moved aside.
His feelings for Song Wen were not as pure as Qing Lian's; they were driven more by instinctive desire.
He hovered ten feet before Song Wen, gazing deeply at him for a moment before sweeping his eyes over Ying Wu and the Kui Bull.
When his gaze fell upon the Kui Bull's single hoof, his vertical pupils abruptly constricted, nearly narrowing into slits.
But in the next instant, he suppressed the stirrings in his heart and said calmly.
"Qing Lian, Extreme Yin has come from afar. This is not a place to talk. Take him back to your cave dwelling first, and then you may catch up."
Qing Lian's agitated emotions finally calmed somewhat.
She pulled herself from Song Wen's embrace, yet her eyes remained fixed upon him, unwilling to shift away even slightly, as though everyone around them did not exist.
"Big Brother is right. Extreme Yin, come. Let's go to my cave dwelling."
As she spoke, she took Song Wen's hand and was about to leave.
"Hold it!"
An ill-timed voice abruptly rang out. It was the Silver Willow King.
Her snake eyes stared coldly at the Crimson-Scaled King, her tone utterly indifferent.
"If this king remembers correctly, when several Demon Race clans colluded with the human race to besiege our Willow Snake Clan, Extreme Yin took part as well. He even poisoned the Crimson-Scaled King, nearly causing his death, and stole our Willow Snake Clan's supreme treasure—the Jadeglow Lotus. Crimson-Scaled King, yet you wish to invite him into the heart of the clan. What exactly are your intentions?"
At these words, the many Willow