The three merfolk watched for quite some time, then hurriedly used secret arts to catch up with Fang Yun and followed behind him.
Jiao Yue asked quietly, "Your Majesty, do you really trust these water demons who betrayed us?"
"No matter. Once they give me reason not to trust them, I'll simply kill them all."
Fang Yun's casual reply sent a faint shudder through the thousand-odd members of the water race ahead of him, yet not a single water demon even thought of resisting.
Fang Yun had unleashed his dragon might twice already, leaving them utterly convinced that he was a true dragon in human form. They dared not harbor the slightest doubt.
Jiao Yue's feelings grew increasingly complicated. When he first met Fang Yun, he had assumed he was merely someone of somewhat elevated status. Now, however, he had the strange impression that even the entire Sea-Cliff Ancient Land might not be able to accommodate such an exalted figure. The Merfolk Tribe was already teetering on the brink, and with someone so powerful suddenly descending upon them, there was no telling whether it would bring fortune or disaster.
But Jiao Yue had no choice. He could only steel himself and follow this road into the darkness. At least for now, this exalted figure appeared to be the Merfolk Tribe's last hope.
At that thought, resentment toward the Dragon Race stirred in Jiao Yue's heart. Months ago, the Merfolk Tribe had sent out Bloodfish to plead for help from the Dragon Race throughout the Myriad Worlds, yet the one who finally arrived was a human.
The water demons swam ahead while Fang Yun sat in the fully repaired Marquis Wu Chariot, like a monarch on a royal procession, a true dragon surveying his domain.
After they had traveled a short