The boy rode on the Black Dragon’s back, his silver hair flying in the wind. His gaze pierced through the clouds and mist and fell upon the woman on the ground. Instantly, those blood-red eyes brimmed with endless longing, countless emotions tangled within that scarlet gaze.

Five years. Only heaven knew how much he had missed her in the five years since he left.

Yet the countless words that reached his lips all turned into a single, weightless syllable.

However, within that single word was condensed all of his feelings.

"Mother."

Mother?

Everyone froze, staring dumbfounded at the boy in the sky. Could it be that this boy appeared here just to search for his own mother?

But among those present, who could possibly have the fortune to be this boy’s mother?

They believed that even Mu Ruyue, who had just saved them, wouldn’t have that qualification.

The reason was simple: not only was this boy astonishingly handsome, he was also the master of that Black Dragon. To possess such a powerful Black Dragon showed that this boy’s backing was anything but ordinary. Most likely only someone from the Royal Family could have such overwhelming strength.

As if he hadn’t noticed anyone else’s gaze, the boy began to walk slowly through the air. Every step he took felt as though it landed on everyone’s hearts, stirring a powerful shudder.

"Lord, be careful!"

Seeing the boy walking toward Mu Ruyue, Lan Song’s heart clenched. He hurriedly shouted out, his eyes fixed on the other with nervous intensity. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

However, when he reached Mu Ruyue, the boy stopped in front of her, blood-red eyes filled with a smile. "Mother, I missed you so much."

W-what?

Lan Song was instantly stunned, suspecting his ears had gone wrong.

Had he heard wrong just now? This boy actually called the Lord "Mother"?

How was that possible? How could the Lord have a son this old?

An illusion. Yes, this must be an illusion...

Under everyone’s shocked gaze, Mu Ruyue walked to the boy’s side.

"Huanghui, why are you alone? Where is Xue?"

Lan Song blinked. Had the Lord just indirectly acknowledged the boy’s words?

"I had something to do and left Xue for a while, but don’t worry, nothing will happen to her." Ye Sihuang laughed. He believed that in hell as it was now, there were probably very few who could hurt Xue.

Hearing this, the weight in Mu Ruyue’s heart finally eased.

"It’s you?"

Suddenly, an enraged roar drew everyone’s eyes over.

The Golden Winged Flying Dragon immediately spotted the Black Dragon circling in the sky. Two flames of fury shot out in its eyes, and it wished nothing more than to tear the other into pieces.

It would never forget that this very creature had caused it to be severely wounded back then, forcing it to flee here to recover. Now that enemies met face to face, the hatred burned even brighter. If it had already broken through, it would have rushed over long ago to chop this damned Demon Dragon into eight pieces.

What a pity, what a pity...

Thinking of this, the Golden Winged Flying Dragon’s hatred toward Mu Ruyue grew even stronger. If not for her, it might have broken through long ago...

"Roar!" The Demon Dragon let out a long howl, its savage eyes locking onto the Golden Winged Flying Dragon below. Its hoarse voice rang out, "So it’s you, you bastard, who dares harbor thoughts of harming my master’s mother?"

"Hmph! I didn’t expect that stinking woman to be someone you know. And she actually ruined my good thing. Had I known, I should have killed her from the very start."

It deeply regretted not killing Mu Ruyue at the beginning. Otherwise, everyone else would already have been buried at its hands.

Ye Sihuang’s gaze gradually darkened, a bloodthirsty red light flickering in his eyes. Only the Demon Dragon knew that this time, its master was truly enraged.