Tongsu gripped her fingers tightly, her chubby hands turning white with tension.

Xihe said, “I know you don’t want to see him. You’re afraid he’ll act impulsively again. He’s not good at controlling his emotions. When he goes crazy, he doesn’t care about anything. You’re afraid he’ll act impulsively again and defy the Heavenly Way, so you’d rather not see him.”

Xuan Nu and Heng E looked at Tong Su in surprise.

Tong Su said, "If he finds out, he'll be even angrier."

"Let him be angry. You're doing this for his own good, and I've kept the news under wraps so no one knows. As long as he patiently nurses back his injuries that have lasted for thousands of years, he'll recover."

Xihe suddenly thought of something, her eyes lit up, and she grabbed Tongsu and said urgently:

"The deaths of Gonggong and Zhurong in battle caused the sky to collapse and the earth to crumble, resulting in the tragic demise of the human race. The Wu tribe, lacking primordial spirits and understanding of heaven and earth, were unaware that this would lead to karmic entanglements and bring disaster upon the entire tribe!"

She took a deep breath: "They're bound to be in chaos soon. Shall I take you back first? There's only one junior from the Witch Clan over there. He can't beat us. We can forcibly take you away!"

In the end, Xihe couldn't wait to take out the Golden Chariot of the Sun and leave with everyone, and Xuan Nu and Heng E nodded repeatedly.

Tong Su slowly shook her head: "I have to go back."

"Why?" The three looked puzzled.

“Don’t forget, I am a hostage. If I leave the Witch Clan, you will not be able to explain to the already furious Heaven. Moreover,” Tong Su said, “Your Majesty, you only need to pass on a message to His Majesty for me.”

She smiled faintly.

"The plan is going smoothly."

Xihe looked puzzled, but Tongsu simply shook her head and refused to explain.

"The two emperors will know what I'm talking about. They are under the watchful eye of Heaven and cannot come in person. This time, we have to trouble Your Majesty and Sister Heng'e to help us send the message. Thank you so much."

Xihe held her hand tightly, knowing she had to leave. She took a deep breath and said solemnly, "Then I also have something to tell you! Atong, nothing you remember is more important than your life! If you face a life-or-death situation, as long as you live, there is hope."

Tongsu's fingers trembled, and her chubby face paled, revealing an expression that looked like she wanted to cry.

After a long while, she heard her own voice: "I remember, please also tell this to... the Crown Prince."

Chang'e was puzzled, but Xihe seemed to realize something and clenched her hands tightly, refusing to let go.

"Ah Tong, I need your promise—tell me quickly, you can do it! Tell me now, promise me!"

The biting wind finally stopped.

Yi stood at a distance for a long time, and when he heard footsteps coming from behind him, he turned around and saw the little bean sprout taking short, pattering steps toward him.

"I thought the Empress and her allies would take you away by force."

The little bean rolled his eyes at him: "I want to leave, but you guys will complain to the Heavenly Court."

"I won't tell on you."

“But your master can! After all, that old bastard Dijiang—” the little bean said, “The more disgusting something is, the more likely he is to do it. I don’t believe him.”

Yi neither confirmed nor denied this, and asked, "Has the matter been settled?"

"That's all. The demon race will help—just help, nothing more than moral assistance. The witch race shouldn't expect too much!" the little bean sprout warned fiercely. "After all, the witch race is the culprit behind the sky collapsing, so don't think you can just wash your hands of it!"

"I will talk to my master. We will do what the demon race is supposed to do."