Only after Huo Qiu'er had stepped through the Gate of the Undead last did the spatial passage gently close.
"Wooo-"
With a slightly high-pitched dragon roar of farewell, the two miniature red and blue Dragon Souls circling overhead turned back into spring water and fell into the lake.
"Farewell, my lord..."
Youyou and the other immortal herbs cautiously saw Huo Yuhao off. Only after they could no longer sense even a trace of his presence did their hearts finally settle.
She leaned against the vines, her stem supporting her large flower bud as she tilted backward, like a human slumping onto the ground.
"F-finally... we've finally sent them away..."
Youyou could not help feeling relieved. Thankfully, Huo Yuhao seemed to have some urgent business to attend to and could not be bothered to tangle with flowers and plants like them. Otherwise, they truly would not have known how to send this mighty figure away.
Although that man had left instructions ten thousand years ago, Youyou still valued their immediate safety more and had submitted to Huo Yuhao without a shred of dignity.
As long as the green hills remained, there would be no shortage of flowers and grass.
In the center of the Scorching Yang Spring, A Jiao let out a cry of grief and indignation. "That was the blazing gel I spent ten thousand years condensing!"
Only after Huo Yuhao left did she dare cry aloud.
Youyou hurried to console her. "A Jiao, stop crying. You were the one who attacked that lord first, so he took your blazing gel as punishment. He was already being magnanimous by not killing you for your Soul Ring and Soul Bone."
A Jiao glared fiercely at her. "You still have the nerve to blame me? Didn't I attack him to protect our