The two little gods, Black and White Impermanence, were utterly defeated. Black Impermanence could only mutter obediently, "Yes, we shall depart at once..."
Meanwhile, White Impermanence attempted to maintain a façade of composure, clearing his throat before speaking. "Indeed, dear old friend, the weather is quite favorable today, with the moon shrouded in darkness, the winds blowing strong, and the air refreshingly crisp... Perfect conditions for a leisurely stroll, wouldn't you agree? You did mention you were eager to proceed to the next destination. Shall we... move along?"
As the Black and White Impermanence departed, the man turned his gaze slowly, fixating directly on Fubao.
Fubao's heart leapt into her throat as she watched him approach, frozen in place. Towering over her like a mountain, the formidable presence of the demon bore down upon her, suffocating her with its weight. She could feel her breath faltering under the oppressive aura.