"Hongyin, I no longer have the glorious title of Holy King, are you still willing to follow me?" Xuanyuan Jue'ao gently held Hongyin's hand and asked affectionately.
"I do." Hongyin's eyes were filled with tears, but the determination in his eyes was heartbreaking.
"Then what are we waiting for? From now on..."
"From now on, we are all at home..."
"As long as we have you by each other's side."