Su Muyao didn't want to cry, but she just couldn't control it.
Her vision became increasingly blurry, and when a wisp of spring breeze passed, that figure dissipated, merging into the golden light.
Su Muyao sniffed, quietly wiped away her tears, and controlled her emotions.
Then she tightly held Xuan Yan and headed towards the south.
No matter what, at least he was willing to look at her once after becoming the Beast God.
He hadn't become entirely cold and heartless.
She didn't blame him, that's how Beast Gods are.
He didn't want to become a Beast God either, but for her and to save the world, he still became one.
Speaking of it, she did owe him.
She hadn't been better to him; she hadn't properly made amends.
Xuan Yan didn't turn back; he seemed to feel something, but he also knew his wife must want some quiet time now.
So he increased his speed, heading quickly towards the Southern Bird Clan.
