Watching the emotional outpouring between the man and the beast in front of him, Wen Yu felt a bit awkward.
From what he could tell, Claus and Night Daemon Smilodon—no, it should be with Victor,—shared deep feelings. Strictly speaking, I'm the third wheel.
So, Wen Yu wisely decided to excuse himself. "You two go ahead and chat. I'm going back to my room."
Claus nodded at Wen Yu, his demeanor no longer showing the subservient respect he had previously displayed.
"Thank you, Wen Yu."
The real Claus was not only a competent leader but also a proud warrior.
Wen Yu nodded, turned around, and walked into the Red Stone Hotel.
...
As the cheers outside gradually faded, Wen Yu sat silently by the bed, first observing the recovery progress of Cyclops's and the Night Daemon Smiloden's injuries.
Cyclops's wounds were never that deep, and with the healing effect of the Soul Realm space, most of them had already healed.
However, the Night Daemon Smilodon's condition was still grim.
