Half Moon was partially propped up against a stone bed, risen up from the ground. Sen Siyu backed away when Zhang Wang approached. He felt a bit helpless. Compared to Zhang Wang, he did not receive nearly as much power from prayers. All he did was sit there idly protecting the silver-haired demon.
Zhang Wang's already desperate expression appeared even more haggard when he approached, kneeling down next to his beloved. He wasn't even thinking when he snapped to Sen Siyu and scolded, "Why didn't you leave?" Zhang Wang's eyes were sharp, full of chaos and anger, sadness and confusion.
