"We'll go to the Heavenly Prison, and how we'll act there is entirely up to you." As if testing little mink, An Honghan gave it full control over life and death.
Xi Xizhi was dumbstruck, blinking as he pondered those words.
Chirp, chirp... Xi Xizhi confirmed once more.
"The lives of An Ruoyan and Xunzi are up to you. But... I must remind you, there's a saying: the wildfire may not be entirely extinguished, but the spring breeze will revive it." An Honghan's words were cold, just like him, as you could instantly feel a strong sense of oppression whenever he was in front of you.
Xi Xizhi nervously grabbed his robe, claws hooking tightly onto his clothes.
On the way to the Heavenly Prison from Panlong Palace, An Honghan was paying careful attention to the actions of little mink. The fur on the little mink's forehead was damp with sweat, and its pair of clear eyes were full of struggle.