Luo Yan knew what that eager look meant, the little one merely wanted to convey the "majesty" of the Dragon God through him.
Yet is the Demon King someone who "pockets unearned gold"?
No doubt, he is.
But rather than clarifying misunderstandings and praising the long-frozen Dragon God, there are more important things to do.
Such as, soothing a wounded soul.
The curtain of the carriage was lifted by a slender hand, revealing a handsome and gentle face that momentarily left Carian spellbound.
However, she quickly looked down.
Not out of embarrassment, just because she felt that taking an extra glance at a descended Angel was an offense to the Divine.
Though Saint Sis hadn't carved his name into the snow, it was without doubt that this lord sought justice for her.
"My lord..." She tried to express her thanks with a trembling voice, but was stopped.
"I am no lord, just a... traveler like you."
