Some of the calmer members of the Demon Race had already come to their senses. This was hardly the time for that. One of them promptly changed his expression and smiled at Nan Xun. "What matters is that you're back! Two happy events at once! The revival of the Demon Race is within reach! At this critical moment for our people, your return, Young Master, will surely restore the Demon Race to its former glory. As for these two..." His thoughtful gaze passed over Pei Ling and Qiao Ranran, and his smile deepened. "Friends of the Young Master are friends of ours. We would be honored if you two would witness this grand occasion."
This demon was rather interesting. He had furry ears too, with a tuft of fiery red fur at the tip of one ear. The Beast Pattern on his face curled into a beguiling flower at his temple, and he had a way with words. He had not questioned Nan Xun's identity for a moment, immediately addressing him as Young Master and greeting his friends with a smile. Whether he had invited the two of them to share in the celebration or to keep them close as hostages remained to be seen.
Qiao Ranran would not refuse, but Nan Xun hesitated. When Mu Tianyuan suggested that Qiao Ranran and Pei Ling accompany him, Nan Xun had thought only of how happy he would be to have her there. He had forgotten how dangerous it might be to bring humans into a Demon Race settlement. Even with Pei Ling protecting her, they would be facing the strongest forces of the Demon Race. If Pei Ling slipped up in the slightest, Qiao Ranran would suffer for it.
Pei Ling grew uncomfortable under Nan Xun's stare and snorted. "Worry about