"Perfect. We're not here, and they can send Bo Huang out."
Upon hearing Di Jun's words, Xi He froze for a moment before helplessly releasing her grip on Di Jun's hand.
But she still wasn't willing to give up. She looked up at Di Jun, her eyes filled with pleading.
"Your Majesty, is there really no other way?"
Although Di Jun had repeatedly assured her that there would be no problems, and this truly was a good way to let the ten Golden Crows escape the Wu-Yao Tribulation without anyone noticing, as a mother, how could she possibly feel at ease?
Di Jun turned his head aside, doing his best not to look at the pleading in Xi He's eyes. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to resist agreeing.
"This is the most suitable opportunity we have. Don't worry. We'll be back within half an incense stick's time. I absolutely will protect the Primordial Spirits of those nine and guarantee that they can be reborn in the Yao Realm."
Seeing that Di Jun had made up his mind, Xi He could only pray with endless worry that Bo Huang, Lu Jun, and the other eight would protect themselves as much as possible and hold on until they returned to rescue them.
Half an incense stick's time was as brief as a breath during Xi He's cultivation career. Now, however, it felt incredibly long—so long that it seemed as though countless epochs had passed.
Only when she heard Di Jun say, "Done," did her heart relax for the moment, only to tense up again immediately afterward.
"Bo Huang, Lu Jun, you must hold on! Wait for Mother and Father Emperor to come save you!"
When the two of them appeared in Yang Gu again, they were stunned by the scene