Which brother these days would be happy that his sister has developed feelings for him?

"Master, are you not pleased? Even though she's not related by blood, what's there to worry about?"

"Who says we're not related by blood? She is my true sister, no doubt about it!"

"True sister? But didn't master say you were adopted? Where did this true sister come from?"

"Why not? Both Yafu and I were adopted by our current parents together, so she is definitely my true sister."

"So, does master feel a bit conflicted about his true sister developing feelings for him?"

"Of course! Even if I have a sister complex, I'm not some kind of perverted brother complex."

After hearing Wang Xiaole's words, Myin felt there was some truth to it, but unfortunately:

"Feelings are not something I can control. Whether it's a real sister or a harem issue, master, you have to take care of it yourself."

With that, the conversation came to an end, and Myin abruptly changed the subject, giving one final piece of advice:

"When master makes progress in his conquests in the future, I will come find you again. For now, please, master and madam, go to the border of this country."

Wang Xiaole had intended to leave after the conversation ended and their adventure with Bai Meow concluded. However, Myin's sudden comment made him curious:

"Why go to the border?"

"Master, don't ask so many questions. Just know that right now, you and madam need to go there."

Due to the forbidden spell held by Myin, which allowed her to know everything that happened in this world, Wang Xiaole did not doubt the truth of her words. Furthermore, knowing Myin was not one to joke around, Wang Xiaole sincerely believed that something significant must have occurred at the border.

"Good deeds should be carried out till the end. Myin, since we've talked for so long, can you help a bit and teleport me and Bai Meow to that place?"

Myin didn't refuse this somewhat unreasonable request outright but said:

"I am a merchant and usually charge a price... Or, how about a duel between you and me, master? If you win, I will fulfill your request. How about that?"

"A duel? I might not have time for that now. Can we find a faster way to decide?"

"No problem. When I said duel, I meant using a game to determine the outcome between us."

"What game?"

"Master's world version of 'rock-paper-scissors.'"

With that, Myin took a stance to play. Wang Xiaole subconsciously reached behind his back with his right hand, and after a few seconds, they both shouted:

"Rock-paper-scissors!"

After this simple round, Myin emerged victorious.

Just as Wang Xiaole was about to ask if it was a "best of three" match, the girl said:

"I'm in a better mood after winning, so I'm willing to help master a bit."

Perhaps, in that moment, Wang Xiaole felt a slight gratitude for his previous stroke of bad luck.

Lastly, there was one more thing to note.

"During the earlier trial, master's clothes have nearly dissolved, leaving only underwear... You can't go out like this; you must put on new clothes."

"Where can I quickly find someone to borrow clothes from, Myin?"

Myin didn't overlook this matter; she understood that this wasn't a place where clothes could be borrowed. If she wanted to help, she had to start from herself.

In simpler terms, Myin began taking off her clothes right there.

"Just a moment!"

Despite Wang Xiaole's delayed protest, Myin had already swiftly gathered her blouse and skirt.

"Here, wear this from my body."

As she handed over the clothes, Myin's attire didn't change to just underwear, maintaining her usual appearance.

Could she be wearing two identical blouses and skirts? Wang Xiaole speculated as he continued dressing.

Myin's mature demeanor made the clothes look suitable on Wang Xiaole, allowing him to move comfortably.

After all preparations were made, Wang Xiaole called Bai Meow in, and both were ready for Myin's teleportation.

Returning back in time by a dozen minutes, the location was where the two were heading.

Due to a report from the border personnel, Bai Xiong and Bai Shui were currently on the city wall with the soldiers, facing the advancing enemy forces and the daunting Golden Bimeng.

Amidst the battalion, someone was the first to shout, "It's the Golden Bimeng!"

At the sight of the front Golden Bimeng with its golden fur, the border soldiers' expressions turned grave, tinged with a hint of worry.

The Bimeng, a formidable tribe among the beastkin, stood tall with immense strength. Nevertheless, the term "Bimeng" was a generalization and comprised various types, including standard ones comparable to low-tier dragon species.

The Golden Bimeng, specifically, possessed the power to rival any dragon species below White and Gold dragons, making them the apex of the beastkin community.

Even in the previous Rebellion, the White Royal Family hesitated to face them, leading the White Bear and White Water couple to rally for battle.

Utilizing the tactic of capturing the ringleader, the trio managed to defeat the leader of the Golden Bimeng, securing the victory.

Had the conflict prolonged into a showdown of generals and soldiers, the outcome would have been uncertain.

Therefore, post-war, the White Royals chose to exile the Golden Bimeng to protect the realm from their threat. This was to ensure the dangerous tribe would self-destruct in a harsh environment outside their rule.

The decision to not execute them collectively was due to the Royals' fear of the clan's might, guarding against an all-out rebellion.

White Bear believed that after the previous encounter, the Bimeng posed no threat, at least not during their reign. However, vengeance was swift as attackers descended upon the kingdom while he was still king.

Leading the enemy's front were four massive Bimeng, followed by carts pulled by ox beastkin and thousands of beastkin warriors, including lions and tigers among them.

Their presence signified the Golden Bimeng's significant collaboration with other clans for revenge.

Under the current regime, some beastkin felt deprived of benefits or lacking in fair treatment, prompting their alignment with the enemies for potential gains.

As the leading Golden Bimeng neared the city walls, a mighty roar echoed, causing anxiety among the allied forces. Despite their reduced numbers, their deep-rooted fear struck the majority of soldiers, causing them to feel weak-kneed.

Yet, the memory of their past victory against them and the presence of White Bear and White Shui served as a morale booster, rallying the troops around them.

The stalwart Wolf beastkin roared in support, signaling their resolve to combat the Golden Bimeng.

Though their howls might not match the enemy's, they showcased unwavering determination.

These combined factors prevented the Golden Bimeng King from swaying the battle in his favor without a fight. He was now forced to engage in an assault.

So many years had passed, and the two sides exchanged hostile banter upon meeting.

"How have you been after all these years?" taunted the robust Bimeng wielding two enormous battle axes.

"I've been well, but what about you and your lackeys? How was it surviving in the wilderness all these years? It must have been unforgettable," White Water retorted with her usual unflinching stance against danger.

At that moment, White Water's confidence irked the Golden Bimeng King, noticeable in his darkening expression.

Meanwhile, White Bear wasted no time on the King's mood, swiftly turning his focus aside and defiantly challenging, "The coward lurking in the shadows — if you have the courage, come out and fight me directly. Or are you only brave in the shadows, lacking the guts for a straightforward battle?"

His thunderous words echoed through the air, causing a rumble that dislodged stones from the nearby cliffs, stirring the soldiers' inner turmoil.

However, this display of strength fortified their resolve, especially with White Shui and White Bear acting as their fighting spirits.

Now, the troops encircled them, suppressing their fears, unified in their resolute faces.

Suddenly, a cold voice cut through the tense atmosphere.

White Bear saw a man holding a fan exuding a chilling aura standing atop a large rock, radiating an overwhelming sense of authority and power, indicative of his high status.

In the entire continent, individuals with such prowess were rare, and the strong magical aura emitted by the man marked him as a formidable entity.

His lack of a bloody scent ruled out connections to the vampires or humans.

"You're a demon?" White Bear's speculation immediately found confirmation in the demon's smug smile.