Inside the grand temple, the atmosphere was heavy and suffocating.
What was supposed to be the most sacred and joyful day had turned into a nightmare.
Today was the high priest's wedding day.
The ritual that would bind him and his female forever was only moments away. Everything had been prepared. The altar was ready. The offerings were placed. The priests were waiting.
But the bride was missing.
Feng Yanshen stood in the bridal chamber, staring at the empty room.
There was no sign of her.
Only the faint echo of a young voice that had once cried out for help.
That voice belonged to her son...the tiny winged serpent snake.
The cub had been calling for a long time, but he was still too young and small. His voice had not traveled far enough for anyone to notice.
If not for Han Soi suddenly sensing his son's distress through their blood bond, he would never have rushed here in time.
But even though he came immediately, it was already too late.
The female was gone.
