Ye Thirteen looked down at the little kid, locking eyes with the stubborn child. Then, with a "wicked" grin, he said,
"To reclaim your supernatural power, first ponder this: 'Power has no concept of justice, but people carry the distinction between good and evil.'"
Just as his words settled, several uniformed officers arrived.
Qu Yi exchanged salutes with them before the officers led the stubborn child away.
Hands planted firmly on her hips, Qu Yi put on a faux-angry pout and accused,
"Uncle, you're so bad! Bullying a little kid~"
Ye Thirteen shrugged. "I didn't lie. If he can't grasp that saying, his power will be confiscated sooner or later."
*"Power has no concept of justice, but people carry the distinction between good and evil."*
Qu Yi froze mid-thought.
Don't mistake Dragon Realm's current peace for coincidence—it exists only because our Demonhunter pioneers chose rightly!
Beyond Dragon Realm? The world is brutal.
Ordinary folk and Demonhunters clash worse than humans and demons!
Only here, united against darkness, do hundreds of millions live in peace.
Snapping back to reality, Qu Yi saw Ye Thirteen already walking off with the popcorn.
"Uncle! My popcorn!" she cried, jogging after him.
She clung to his arm to stop him, then reached for the bucket—
—but in the next blink, both vanished, leaving eager onlookers grasping at empty air.
Demons? Ordinary people fear them.
Demonhunters and rogue supernaturals? Not a bit.
Tsk!
What a hassle!
Moments later, they stood atop a rooftop.
Qu Yi glanced around, eyes sparkling. "Uncle, what was that!?"
Ye Thirteen smiled. "One of my skills—Blink. Teleports people and objects within range.
More weight or people? Shorter distance."
Not rare—many mages learn it.
But none wield it as subtly, as instinctively, as Ye Thirteen.
Qu Yi knew Blink well. Yet... his version felt different. Familiar?
Tilting her head, she asked, "So... you're a mage class, Uncle?"
"Mm." He nodded.
Her cheeks flushed crimson. "Then after I graduate—join my team!?"
Ye Thirteen paused, chuckling wryly. "We'll see... if you can keep up."
Qu Yi pumped her fist. "I will! I'll catch up, Uncle! You promised~"
She felt confident—Ye Thirteen was surely just a General Rank Demon Hunter!
Even if he *somehow* broke through to Monarch Rank? She'd chase harder!
*Brave Yi Yi, fear no hardship!*
Ye Thirteen ruffled her hair, eyes warm with affection.
"Excellent. Carry this spirit. Never quit. Match my pace—I'll team with you."
He knew the truth: even an ordinary Royal-tier Demon Hunter wasn't his equal.
Only elite Royal-tier or Saint-tier legends dared stand beside him.
Yet he hoped she'd remember this vow—and never lose heart.
A breeze lifted their sleeves, carrying shared smiles.
—Until the Jinling City branch of the Demon Hunter Alliance came under attack.
No one dared protest.
The attacker? Alliance HQ leadership... and a living legend.
Sacred Shield—Lu Xueqi!
Ranked among the world's top three defensive Demonhunters, nicknamed "Absolute Defense."
No demon, no hunter, had ever breached her guard.
Still Monarch Rank—but legends like her made even Saint-tier hunters uneasy.
Now, the nation's female legend gripped Branch Chief Han Xiao by the collar, yanking him from his chair.
Her voice turned glacial. "Where. Is. He!?"
Han Xiao, though Monarch Rank himself, paled. "Lu the Legend... I truly can't say!"
Her gaze sharpened. He swallowed hard.
"I swear—he's safe. His clearance surpasses even some Saint-tier elders.
Only a handful may speak of him..."
Leaking that intel meant instant dismissal. A beating? Just pride hurt.
But betraying a top-secret figure? Far worse.
Lu Xueqi released him, frost lingering. "Hmph. See that your words hold. Next time—I won't come empty-handed."
She snatched Han Xiao's office phone, dialed a hidden number.
An elder's voice answered: "Xiao Han? What is it?"
"Lin Elder. Lu Xueqi. I'm requesting leave."
Silence. Then: "Little Lu? At Xiao Han's? Leave? For what? How long?"
Her voice dropped low. "I don't know how long. I'm going to find him."
"Him? Your captain?! But—the Mystic Realm you guard?!"
