The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor

It was the best solution available.

No one objected as time was of the essence, it was the only way.

The four immediately took action.

Huan Qing Yan did not speak and released all her power into a dash.

Deeply afraid that any delay would result in Little Treasure facing irrevocable danger.

Ji Mo Ya did not speak as well and only closely followed behind.

However, this Dark Devil Land was vast and endless.

Little Treasure's will was weak, making the search process continue unsmoothly. They have traveled for several miles of distance but still could not discover any traces of Little Treasure.

Huan Qing Yan's heart turned heavier bit by bit.

Along the way, they have encountered thousands of puppets with increasing cultivations.

"What is Little Treasure's current cultivation?" Huan Qing Yan solemnly asked.

"Mystic Spirit Master."

Huan Qing Yan suddenly stopped and raged, "Mystic Spirit Master? My son is only Mystic Spirit Master and there are high-ranking puppets everywhere in the place; at least ten of them are King-Ranks. How is my son going to survive?"

Ji Mo Ya was silent.

His heart was also burning with anxiety.

"It is my fault for not looking after Little Treasure properly. Little Yan…"

"Do not call my name! You are not worthy! Ji Mo Ya, you cannot even protect your own son, what use do you have? Who are you acting pitiful for? Aren't you awesome? Act awesome then!" Huan Qing Yan could no longer control her emotions.

She had not planned to argue with him as there was nothing to talk about as well. Their relationship had ended long ago.

There were at most strangers that were once familiar with each other.

The father of her child, that's all.

In modern terms, they were considered divorced. Ji Mo Ya was her… ex-husband who no longer has relations with her.

Just that Little Treasure's current fate was unknown. When she learned that his cultivation was too low, she began to worry for him, causing her emotions to explode.

Ji Mo Ya let her shout as she please and quietly looked at her no matter how she mocked.

Thousands of phrases transformed into three words, "I am sorry."

He had wanted to speak these three words since a long while ago; I am sorry…

Yet there were no opportunities.

"I am sorry, Little Yan." He softly repeated.

The words were short, yet it was filled with heavy, complicated, and heart-wrenching emotions.

He was not only referring to Little Treasure's disappearance. He also included the late apology regarding the past matter…

Ji Mo Ya's gaze was like a bottomless abyss, the starry lights within have lost their shine and only gloomily reflected Huan Qing Yan's image.

It was a profound silence.

Huan Qing Yan was stunned when she saw this sight, a sourness suddenly welled up within her heart at this moment.

It felt as though she was feeling this for Ji Mo Ya but also felt like it was for herself.

She could sense the deep suppressed pain and regret from Ji Mo Ya's heart…

However, the scar on her back was still present. The humiliation and pain were still present, her blood oath was still present… she would never forgive him.

Absolutely not, forever!

Huan Qing Yan recovered her senses from the short moment of being stunned, "If I cannot find my son, I will kill you personally. Ji Mo Ya, just wait and receive your death!"

"Okay. I am willing." Ji Mo Ya turned around, and the duo no longer exchanged looks and conversations.

They continued forward for some time again.

After killing another large wave of Devil Puppets, Ji Mo Ya's expression suddenly changed.

"Come, Little Treasure is in front."

He finally detected the Divine Sense he left on Little Treasure.

Huan Qing Yan had also noticed that the consciousness of Little Treasure was getting nearer. Her spirits were ignited, "Little Treasure!"

There was a large horde of puppets in front of them, it looked like they were surrounding something. The puppets were displaying fearful expressions, yet they were still not showing any signs of leaving.