Corbin Crowley's lips curved in a mocking sneer. He snorted coldly, and the murderous aura around him retreated a bit.
As long as this bug doesn't covet Luna anymore, whatever nonsense about being the eighth beast husband, he could tolerate... for now.
Luna Sutton finally let out a huge sigh of relief, immediately breaking into a wide grin. "Awesome, Goldie! I just knew you'd be reasonable. So should we start now? Time waits for no one!"
The Golden Silkworm King's mouth twitched at the nickname "Goldie," and a trace of dislike flashed across his face.
That nickname just felt way too tacky for someone as lofty as him.
Still, he thought it sounded intimate, so he didn't bother objecting either.
He strolled over to the Old Shaman's pile of beast skin scrolls. With one sweep of his golden gaze: "All these formulas… the medicinal properties are too mild. They won't do squat against a ferocious plague."
