Chapter 213: Chapter 213

The cold-blooded snake beastman walked through the forest. He was already a cold-blooded beastman by nature, but now his entire aura was oppressively low. She Chuan, following behind him, even felt as if it weren’t raining, but hailing ice.

Dongchi had never liked his ’scum father.’ After all, once his father learned of their existence, he had completely monopolized their mother. When it came to competing for affection, he didn’t concede even an inch to his own cubs. But now, seeing his current state, both Dongchi and Nan Mo started to feel concerned. Dongchi wanted to step forward and ask what was wrong, but Nan Mo held him back, shaking his head.

They could feel that his mood was terrible, extremely so.

It was unclear how long he walked. However long it was, She Chuan and the two little snake cubs followed him the entire way. She Chuan sneakily glanced at the two little snake cubs. Although they didn’t verbally acknowledge the Lord, and even competed with him for their mother’s affection, when the Lord encountered trouble, the two cubs actually cared about him a great deal. Discover more novels at novel~fire~net

This must be kinship, She Chuan thought.

The light rainy season followed the Scorching Days, and the rain fell for many days. Lakes that had dried up in the past had formed once again.

The snake beastman stood before a lake. He gazed at the clear, chilly water, numerous scenes flickering before his eyes.

Cub, kill your mother. That way, Mother won’t have nightmares anymore. That way, Mother can prove that all snake beastmen are bad people. My ordering everyone to kill you—it wasn’t wrong, it wasn’t wrong, it wasn’t wrong...

The snake beastman lifted his head and closed his eyes.

Wang suddenly opened his eyes. He touched his forehead. The image of Si Yan, looking somewhat pitiful as she tried to grab him and apologize, appeared before him.

Sorry? Wang’s gaze fell. He had always believed she liked and loved him. Didn’t he deserve for her feelings to be genuine? She probably didn’t know how she had burst into his dull and lonely life. That day in the cave, as he was shedding his skin, she had chattered for an entire night. Back then, his senses had been exceptionally clear. Every word she spoke had burrowed into his mind, taking root in his heart. His indifferent heart, like a frozen lake, had been forcefully melted by the warmth that had squeezed its way in. From that day forward, the snake beastman believed, for the first time, that he was loved. This feeling was just like that time in his childhood, the year he was embraced by another beastman. The first acceptance, the first time being cherished, the first time holding onto hope. And yet... It turned out there was no difference at all.

His eyes were half-closed, his dejection clear for anyone to see. Si Yan’s figure wavered before Wang’s eyes. She was lying on silver fur, her face covered in sweat, her expression slightly pained.

He hadn’t noticed. Perhaps he had been thinking too much, dwelling on her too much, to the point that she was all he could see.

However, the image before him didn’t dissipate for a long while; trees, flowers, and grass seemed to sway past his vision.

"Madam, are you alright? Hold on a little longer! We’re almost there, just hold on."

Wang snapped his eyes open. Is that Yin Hong’s voice? This isn’t an illusion? The image of a weak and exhausted Si Yan flashed through his mind.

Wang’s cheeks trembled, his face darkening as he sneered. Then, he turned around irritably, demanding angrily, "Where are you?"

The Si Yan in his mind slowly opened her eyes. "Great Demon King..."

She’s still cursing me, Wang thought. He paused, then said, "Switching tactics now? Pretending to be weak to win me over?"

Si Yan slowly lowered her head, burying her face in Yin Hong’s wolf fur. A light, icy rain fell on her face. Her lips were pale, making her look fragile yet possessing a delicate beauty.

The next moment, the connection broke. It was the distress call between mates. Wang’s face tensed, and he grew agitated.

"Si Yan, I will give you one more chance. I will trust you one more time."

"If you dare deceive me again, dare to leave me, dare to abandon me,"

"I will personally take your life."

Atop the Holy Mountain in Myriad Beasts City, part of the Beast World, stood a majestic palace. Its structure was incomprehensible to the beastmen. This palace was not built by beastmen but by successive Beast Gods. It served as the temporary residence for the Beast God whenever he visited Myriad Beasts City.

Yin Hong arrived before the Divine Temple. He looked up at the imposing palace, momentarily dumbfounded. "Si Yan, we’re here! What should we do? Shall we go in?" Yin Hong asked urgently.

Si Yan slightly raised her eyelids. She had been tired and had dozed off for a while on Yin Hong’s back just moments ago. It seemed I faintly heard Wang’s voice... as if I were dreaming, she thought. Now, her body felt slightly restored, and she had regained some strength.

Si Yan sat up. Looking at the closed doors, she said, "Let’s go in."

Carrying Si Yan, Yin Hong walked forward and asked, "Madam, where are we? Could this be the Divine Temple on Holy Mountain?"

The gecko whispered something to Si Yan, who then replied to Yin Hong, "Yes, this is the Divine Temple."

Yin Hong asked, puzzled, "Madam, what are we doing at the Divine Temple?"

The Divine Temple on the Divine Mountain was the dwelling of the Beast God. It was also, according to legend, where the Beast God’s legacy resided. Could they truly enter the Divine Temple of Myriad Beasts City, which only opened once a year? Besides, Si Yan was so weak right now. Wouldn’t it be more useful to find a Witch Doctor than to come to the Divine Temple?

Si Yan herself didn’t know what use coming to the Divine Temple would be in her current state. But throughout their journey, she and the gecko had supported each other, and the gecko had never harmed her. Si Yan subconsciously trusted this ’grandfather’ who called her ’grandson’.

The gecko anxiously continued to infuse Si Yan with energy. "You rest for a bit," he said. "I’ll go open the door."

The gecko jumped down from Si Yan and quickly transformed into an adorable young boy with two small dragon-like horns on his head. He glanced back at Si Yan, then walked towards the Divine Temple, placing his small, childlike hands on its massive doors.

The gecko is going to open the door, Si Yan thought. Just as she was contemplating how to explain to Yin Hong how the door might open seemingly out of nowhere, the gecko released his hands, and the door continued to open slowly on its own.

As the temple door creaked open, Si Yan saw a tall, handsome, white-clad figure standing inside. The male was dressed entirely in snow-white. He was tall and statuesque, with long feathers that fluttered in the wind. His white eyebrows, white eyelashes, and white pupils all enveloped him in a thick aura of sanctity.

"Si Yan," a low, husky voice called out. Si Yan, startled from her daze, looked up.

"Bai Feng," she murmured.

The breathtakingly handsome male smiled gently. "Si Yan, you’ve come."