Xie Xiyi said, "Close your eyes."
Chi Yu said, "...Oh."
He closed his eyes, not daring to look, afraid that one more glance would turn him into a lecher in the Crown Prince's eyes.
Not far away, the conversation between the female yaomo and Wu Yunsu drifted over.
The female yaomo said, "Little brother, you should know by now that I'm your older sister."
Wu Yunsu said nothing. His nose twitched as he sniffed the air.
Seeing this, the female yaomo did not interrupt. Yaomo were exceptionally sensitive to auras; if she harbored ill intent, it would be difficult to conceal.
Only after Wu Yunsu had confirmed her scent did she continue, "Don't worry. I mean you no harm. Our mother was a great yaomo at the Golden Core Stage. Over the past three hundred-odd years, she gave birth to twenty-seven children. Three died young, seven died fighting, and another eight were slain by human cultivators. Now only nine remain, and you're the youngest. I've come today to invite you to conquer the world with us."
Wu Yunsu: "?"
He looked at her in confusion.
The female yaomo said, "You don't know yet, do you? Our grandfather-our mother's father-became one of the Twelve Demon Generals of the Demon Realm through his own strength alone. Though he's the lowest-ranking general, it's still an extraordinary achievement. We're yaomo. An insurmountable gulf separates us from the Demon Clan. The Demon Realm's decision to employ yaomo this time means their attitude toward us has begun to thaw. If we unite, we might well win a place for ourselves in the Demon Realm. We might even aspire to rule it.
"Little brother, although you have human blood, you've eaten Mother's flesh and blood. As long as you eat more cultivators, you can purge your human