Ning Feiyan didn't need any verbal promises from Baili An. She looked at him deeply with a smile in her eyes, said those words, then gracefully rose and left.
The Golden Crow had set in the west, and night had arrived.
Outside the palace, it was a night of thunderstorms. The long corridor's curtains floated and flitted in the wind and rain.
Baili An watched Ning Feiyan leave the Netherworld Palace. Outside the still-open palace doors, the Demon Lord and her shadow were cast askew upon the door and walls.
Amidst the sound of the wind and rain, the faint conversation between two people could be heard.
"How is Little White?"
"Your Majesty need not worry. The cat's injuries have healed, and I shall take my leave first."
