Rong Yanchen's fingers slowly clenched tighter around the dagger in his hand as he stared at the man before him. His violet eyes were trembling violently.
The heat from those terrifying purple-red flames was still burning around the forest like a living beast.
None of the hidden fox guards dared to move anymore. Every single one of them was staring at the newcomer with pale faces.
Su Qinglan was already standing tightly beside Rong Ye while holding his arm firmly. Her heart that had been hanging in fear for the entire day finally calmed down slightly.
The moment she saw him appear, she felt like all the fear and pressure crushing her chest disappeared completely. Even though she still did not know how he found her, just seeing him here already made her eyes sting with tears.
Rong Ye lowered his head slightly and looked at her swollen belly before gently stroking it. His cold expression softened instantly.
