"Good. You know when to admit defeat."
Ye Yuan released his fingers from Gu Yuena's chin and rose, looking down from above at the silver-haired female Dragon King slumped amid the rubble.
"Serving as my personal soul spirit is no indignity. When the day comes to overturn the Divine Realm, the Dragon God's throne will be reforged."
Ye Yuan's tone was calm, but the unquestionable dominance in every word made Gu Yuena's heart tremble uncontrollably.
The victor became king; the defeated became an outlaw. She no longer had any bargaining chips.
"Xue'er, Sister Dong'er, time to work."
Ye Yuan turned his head and gave the two exquisite Goddesses beside him a look.
"Understood, husband."
Qian Renxue pursed her lips in a soft smile and stepped gracefully forward.
Bibi Dong lightly twirled the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in her hand. Divine power rippled out, and the Rakshasa death qi that had been rampaging and gnawing through Gu Yuena's meridians was instantly drawn back like a receding tide.
Then Bibi Dong turned toward the cluster of soft, fragrant beauties by the lakeshore, who had been frightened senseless.
Bi Ji was trembling all over as she huddled behind a boulder, clutching the Three-Eyed Golden Lion tightly in her arms.
The little golden Auspicious Beast had all three eyes squeezed shut, her furry body shaking like chaff in a sieve.
"You two, come with us."
Bibi Dong's eyes held a smile. Her voice was gentle, but the pressure of a God-Level Rakshasa pinned Bi Ji down so completely that she could not lift a single finger:
"The imperial lord needs a maid at his side to heal and nurture him. This little golden beast is charming, too. Keeping her as a pet in the Imperial Bedchamber would be nice. Will you obediently become soul spirits