"Xue Ming? Shouldn't you be in school?" Emperor Woo asked with a contagious, jovial smile that melted Xue Ming.
She had never been more excited to see her father. And the Elf King had never been more excited to see Emperor Woo.
"I was wondering when you would arrive," the Elf King said, now taking things seriously by summoning his ice reaper weapon, sharpened at both edges, and his undead dragon burst through the ground, roaring.
"Go now and help your friends," said the Emperor. Every time he spoke, it came out poetic, unlike the undead Elf King.
At this point, Xi Ning, who had been buried under rocks, slowly got up after gaining consciousness. Her bruised face was no different from Zhao Lan's and Xue Ming's.
Of course, the Elf King was letting them go. After all, he had been lingering around this place because he knew the Emperor would come.
If not, he should be the one leading the undead troop to complete his master's quest.
