"This kid, I never expected him to be so skilled at alchemy, and also so good at charming girls?" The First Elder glanced sideways at Logo and Qiya beside him.
The two were talking about something, Logo was gesturing with his fingers. Qiya looked at him and smiled gently, her beautiful face like a plum blossom slowly blooming.
"Sigh, no matter what, it's rare to see Qiya so happy; she carries so much on her shoulders..."
The Grand Elder sighed.
Qiya is the only direct descendant of the White Wolf Clan. When she was three months old, she was the only direct descendant left in the entire clan.
As the root of the Royal Court, the Seven Great Clans were not easily severed by the Royal Court's leadership. Therefore, the seven elders of the Night Watchers were selected as Qiya's teachers.
Firstly, he was responsible for protecting Qiya as she grew up, and secondly, he was responsible for teaching her cultivation.
Besides the Seventh Elder, the loyal servants of the White Wolf Clan's direct line also cared deeply for Qiya, regarding her as the clan's only hope for revival.
Therefore, Qiya received a strict education from a young age.
Especially in terms of cultivation.
The traitor Son of the White Wolf is now Demigod; to kill him, one's own strength must be at least at that level.
Every day involves arduous and demanding training; without a resilient heart, it's impossible to persevere.
In order to Sturdiness Qiya's will, several loyal servants, disregarding the Seventh Elder's objections, instilled hatred in Qiya every day.
This method worked at first, but as Qiya grew older, her hatred gradually accumulated, and one day, she suddenly lost control...
Recalling that night, the First Elder involuntarily clenched his fist. "Seventh Brother, rest assured, I will protect your disciple and ensure she is not consumed by hatred again."
Just as the Grand Elder was lost in his memories, and Logo and Qiya were chatting happily, the group stepped into the main hall.
The leader was a pure-blooded Gendaya People, dressed in black armor, and tall and robust.
Behind this person followed several Gray-Eyed Blood Descendants, heads held high. They were like victorious roosters, their gazes filled with arrogance, a hint of disdain, as they surveyed the hall.
"They're from the White Wolf Kingdom."
"That guy looks so familiar... He seems to be... the Sword of the Kingdom, Ademu?"
"Yes, it's him."
"How dare they! People from the White Wolf Kingdom attend the Royal Court's clan gathering?"
"Shameless! How dare a bunch of traitors do this?"
A clamor surged from all directions, like a rising tide, creating a huge vortex of discourse in the hall.
"The White Wolf Kingdom..." Qiya murmured to herself, her hands unconsciously clenching. Her originally clear and pure eyes gradually revealed a black and red murderous aura, mixed with a terrifying hatred.
This hatred seemed not to be a personal emotion, but rather a collective hatred of the entire clan, as vast as the ocean.
Logo was taken aback. He had indeed sensed the hatred trapped within Qiya by some kind of force, but he never expected that this hatred would be so powerful and overwhelming. Even a slight overflow of it caused a burning sensation in his mind and will.
"This hatred..." Logo remained silent, his eyes somewhat dazed as he stared intently at the girl before him. In the hazy light, he seemed to see a reflection of his past life in her.
The Grand Elder suddenly appeared, as if teleported, and placed his hand on Qiya's forehead, saying in a low voice, "Calm down, focus your mind, lock that beast back in its cage, don't let it escape!"
Upon hearing this, Qiya gritted her teeth, her eyes flashing with a mixture of black and red, like two flames of completely different natures clashing against each other.
In the end, however, black prevailed, and her breathing returned to normal.
Seeing this, the Grand Elder breathed a sigh of relief, then glared at Qiya with a hint of annoyance, "Is this kid really that charming? He actually stirred your heart so deeply. If it weren't for that, you wouldn't have been so easily swayed by just hearing the words 'White Wolf Kingdom '..."
Before he could finish speaking, Logo interrupted him, "Hey, Elder, you can't just say things like that. What does this have to do with me?"
"Hmph, if it's none of your business, whose business is it? If you hadn't been seducing her like that, Qiya's emotions wouldn't have fluctuated so much. Without such intense emotional fluctuations, the seal wouldn't have loosened, and she almost let all that hatred surge out."
"A seal?" Logo stroked his chin, looking at Qiya with a sudden smile. "So that's why you always seemed so aloof and indifferent; it wasn't just your personality after all."
Qiya glanced at him, nodded slightly, and said nothing, a hint of sadness flashing in her eyes.
Before the Grand Elder could say anything more, several people from the White Wolf Kingdom walked straight over and knelt on one knee before Qiya, saying, "Greetings, Your Highness!"
This action caused an uproar in the hall, and all eyes were fixed on Qiya, filled with surprise and doubt.
The latter's face first showed confusion, followed by clearly visible anger; the emotions that had been suppressed surged up again.
Seeing this, Logo narrowed his eyes slightly, waved to the side, and a flash of golden light appeared as Caesar made his entrance.
"Hey, whose animal is this? It's been let out barking without being properly chained."
The obsequious words made the faces of the people from the White Wolf Kingdom stiffen. The leader narrowed his eyes, "Isn't your behavior a bit excessive?"
"Princess Qiya is a princess of our kingdom, personally appointed by our king. It is only natural for us to pay homage to her, and there is no insult involved. Why are we being treated this way?"
"No insult?" Caesar's eyes widened, then he burst into laughter, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
"If an ungrateful beast were to bestow upon you the title of princess, wouldn't that be an insult? It would be an utter disgrace!"
"Since that's the case, you were the one who insulted us first. What's wrong with me responding?"