Feng Xi came quickly and left just as quickly. After enjoying a meal painstakingly prepared by Little Moon Spirit and, as usual, praising Little Moon Spirit's cooking, she bade everyone farewell and departed.
After seeing Feng Xi off, Feng Yi looked at Wu Chu and performed a full prostration before him. "Master, I... I want to return to my clan. I can't just stand by and watch."
Seeing this, Huanglong and Di Kun also stepped forward. Like Feng Yi, they knelt prostrate before Wu Chu. "Master, please forgive this unfilial disciple. This disciple also wants to... wants to..."
Watching Feng Xi's receding figure, Wu Chu had still been feeling melancholic. But upon hearing Feng Yi and Huanglong's words, he could not help feeling somewhat angry. He was not angry that they disobeyed him, but at his own helplessness. He knew how the story ended, yet lacked the power to change it.
It was as though some invisible, tremendous force was driving events along their original fixed path. To a transmigrator like him, it was practically a slap in the face.
He had thought that after he told the Three Clans about Old Demon Luohou's existence, they would be on guard. Yet after the Three Clans joined forces and took down Old Demon, they only became even more inflated with confidence.
Perhaps that was the pride and arrogance ingrained in the bones of the Three Clans!
He had originally thought that, no matter how bad things became, he could at least preserve a little bloodline for the Phoenix Clan and Qilin Clan. Who would have thought that not one of them would give him any peace of mind?
Thus, Wu Chu flicked his sleeve, turned around with an angry snort, and left. He simply abandoned his three disciples outside the formation,