“Didn’t you bring those Pills of Creation? Give some to Little Yu. That should take her back to ninth step king and take care of everything.” The little fox frowned slightly. “Little Yu would never agree to going back now.”

Melancholy flitted over Lu Yun’s face as he looked upon Qing Yu in deep slumber. It was the first time that he’d realized the person in his arms was this fragile. Even with her being an eighth step king, the overlord of Hopeless Major, and the Empyrean King… she was still a fragile being.

“I don’t want so much pressure on her,” he heaved a sigh. “With great power comes great responsibility—there will be new matters for her to deal with when she becomes a ninth step king.”

“Worst comes to worst, summon someone from the faction you created in the fourth realm. No matter who comes, they’ll sweep the Hongmeng! And don’t talk to me about rules or restrictions. There...