However, that little fox demon was truly handsome. Even though Damon was a man, the impression had lodged itself firmly in his memory, impossible to erase.
"What's wrong, Brother?" Elara asked, noticing the slight pause in Damon's gaze.
"It's nothing," Damon replied casually.
"Didn't I tell you before? I met a fox demon at Fortune's Arrival Inn. His appearance was astonishing—honestly, comparable to yours, Third Sister."
Elara smiled faintly. "Yes, I remember. Didn't you say you were rejected?"
"And that you even provoked a demon lord?"
Damon coughed lightly. "Third Sister, why must you always open the pot and lift the lid?"
"I've told you long ago. Although our Sky family's status in Blue-Wave City is second only to Blue-Wave Tower, most of that prestige comes from our ties with the Palace of the Four Cycles."
"If we truly fought head-on without that backing, our Sky family might not be able to suppress several first-class tribes and demon clans."
