Demon Clan Stronghold

In a little while, they emerged from the secret cave into the open air. Wu Xie let out a sigh of relief, the weight of their escape lifting from his shoulders.

"We made it," he whispered, a sense of triumph coursing through him. "Today, I feel like a hero on an adventure. Escaping from somewhere, it's quite the thrill. Starting to like all this," he chuckled, glancing at Wovi, who stared back with urgency in its eyes.

"Come on, we're going to be late!" Wu Xie exclaimed, suddenly realizing the urgency of their situation. "Master Fu must be waiting for us. And you, Wovi, you're quite the lazy one," he teased, playfully nudging the tiny creature before continuing on their path.

Hastening his steps to catch up, Wu Xie soon found himself rounding a corner to face a figure standing in the clearing ahead.

It was Master Fu, arms crossed over his chest, a stern expression etched on his face. "You two are late," he stated firmly.