Qianye said nonchalantly, “I’m a bit tired, I need to rest a bit.”

“Are you okay? Why don’t you go down?”

“That won’t do. Once I go down, my glorious image will be gone,” Qianye replied.

Caroline found it both funny and annoying, but she realized things when she glanced at the sea of werewolves down below. Qianye’s prestige of killing the Whitebone Duke in one blow had intimidated the hundred thousand enemies below. The entire situation would change if he were to show a drop in power—even if they didn’t launch a counterattack, things would be extremely troublesome if they fled in all directions.

Having understood this point, Caroline said, “Okay, I’ll go down and take a look.”

The two had been conversing high up in the air, so no one really heard them. Swinging her whip, she once again summoned a sea of lightning and rode it steadily toward the Whitebone Duke’s corpse. There, she picked up the duke’s remains with a wave of her hand and returned to Qianye’s side.

All the werewolves...