Chapter 569 Tomb of the Night Martial Emperor

• “From here on, let me go alone.” Little White Snake said it flatly. If that macaque really got taken out, whoever did it wasn’t normal—definitely not someone Awen could handle.
• “Why? I can fight too. I can protect you!” Awen pulled out the scythe he’d shown her before.
• Hearing him, Little White Snake couldn’t help but laugh. “Alright, alright, Awen, I get it. You mean well. But the road ahead is way too dangerous.”