Faced with the fury of his junior brother, the Crescent Moon Sage, the Starry Elder naturally knew what was bound to happen, but he was helpless.
The Master had entrusted him with this task, and he must fulfill it. Moreover, Ling Tianyu was indeed a disciple he was immensely proud of, with unparalleled talent.
This was also Yu Feihong's dying wish— the Demon Race must not be completely annihilated.
There was not much left of their lineage, and one branch had entirely disappeared, with no news to date.
"You're harming him!" The Crescent Moon Sage exhaled deeply, his body trembling with rage—it was utterly absurd. His daughter had already been promised to him.
He had always thought that Tianyu would simply inherit the Starry Elder's position, not be deeply embroiled in the affairs of the outer realm. Now it had come to this—entangled completely.
