The gods surrounded Yan Xiaobao and his friends in a circle. Although they knew that besides them, no one else existed in this realm, they still took their duty as guardians very seriously, especially since their new master had become so weak after meeting their demands.
When Yan Xiaobao woke from his meditation and looked at the realm around him, the expression in his eyes changed dramatically. While he had been captivated by this broken realm and all it carried before, now Yan Xiaobao gazed upon it with a gentle look. This realm had become a part of him, now it was like a weak infant. It could not protect itself, nor take care of its parents.
