The evil female is weak and the males of the whole continent are out of control and fall.

Chapter 683 is his bloodline.

(The previous chapter was stuck and I don't know when it will be released. It's best to read it during the day. It should be released by now.)
It was Kyoin!
How did he suddenly end up here?
Jiaoyin and the few males he brought moved quickly and arrived at the door in the blink of an eye.

He immediately spotted Bai Wanwan standing inside the door, looking surprised.

The moment their eyes met, the obvious worry in Jiaoyin's eyes, which always carried a hint of melancholy and depth, finally slowly dissipated, replaced by a sense of relief as if something had been lost and then found again.

His voice seemed slightly hoarse from the emotional turmoil: "Wanwan... it's alright, you're okay."

At this moment, a male tiger who had accompanied her stepped forward and respectfully said to Bai Wanwan, "Holy Mother Bai Wanwan, these males have been inspected and released by Yin Ze. They say they are old acquaintances of yours and wish to see you."

Upon hearing this, Bai Wanwan did not immediately respond to Jiaoyin, but instead inquired about Yin Ze's situation with concern: "Where is Yin Ze? Why hasn't he returned by himself yet?"

The male tiger replied, "Yin Ze said there seems to be something unusual nearby. He needs to patrol the area more carefully and will be back later. He asked us to bring them over first."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work. Go ahead and get busy." Bai Wanwan nodded.

After the tiger-man left, Jiao Yin stepped forward again, his gaze fixed on her, his voice low and deep: "Wanwan..."

Bai Wanwan looked at his face, which, though soaked and somewhat disheveled by the rain, still couldn't hide his handsome features and unique charm. She stepped aside to make way and said in a calm tone, "Come in first. It's cold outside. Let's warm up first."

After saying that, she turned around and walked back into the warm house.

"Wanwan, who is it?"

Yan Lie, who had just come out of the room, heard the noise at the door, but he couldn't hear the specific conversation between Bai Wanwan and the male outside.

However, before he could finish his question, he saw a familiar and dazzling figure stepping in from outside the door, right behind Bai Wanwan.

Jiaoyin!

Yan Lie's eyes widened in disbelief. How could he be here?

Jiaoyin nodded to him, her gaze sweeping across the room: Zhuxiu, Qiurong, Yanlie, Huahan…

Although they were all safely inside, the weariness lingering on their brows, the faint bandages on their bodies, and the somber aura unique to those who had just experienced a major battle suggested just how fierce the previous fight must have been.

“I heard you were in crisis, so I brought several of the most talented merfolk from my clan to help you.” Jiao Yin’s gaze finally passed over the crowd and landed on Bai Wanwan, who was facing away from him and seemed to be tidying up her things. His tone was filled with relief and a hint of disappointment.

"But it seems... I'm still a step too late. Fortunately... you're all safe and sound."

He said the last sentence almost while looking at Bai Wanwan's back, and his concern and lingering fear were clearly visible in his voice.

However, Bai Wanwan only paused slightly, without turning around or replying. Instead, she turned and walked into the room next door, seemingly intentionally avoiding direct communication with him.

A hint of sadness flashed in Jiao Yin's eyes, but she had no choice but to force herself to cheer up and talk with Zhu Xiu, Qiu Rong, and other males, carefully inquiring about the details of the previous attack by the fake beast god, as well as the tribe's current losses and defense situation.

He asked very detailed questions, partly out of genuine concern, and partly because he wanted to linger a little longer, perhaps... to see her one more time.

He stalled for time, but his mind was already on the vanished figure.

Every rustling of the inner room curtain made his heart skip a beat as he hoped she would come out.

Even when she came out, she just walked by in a hurry and didn't linger her gaze on him at all.

The trepidation of returning home and the bittersweet feeling of being unknowingly rejected by her almost overwhelmed him. He felt like an unwanted intruder, completely out of place in the warmth of the house.

Finally, he could no longer find an excuse to stay.

He suppressed the surging bitterness and deep reluctance in his chest, and took the initiative to speak, trying his best to keep his voice calm: "Since...since the situation here has stabilized and everyone is safe, then...I won't bother you any longer. I...I'll leave first."

After saying that, he stood up, but his steps felt like they were made of lead, and he walked slowly and deliberately toward the door.

His ears were perked up, all his senses were picking up on the sounds behind him, and he was praying that even a simple "wait a minute" or a polite "sit a little longer" would give him a reason to stay.

One step, two steps... He walked very slowly, almost using all his self-control to avoid looking back.

However, even as he reached out and touched the cold door frame, there was still silence behind him.

The only sounds were the crackling of burning firewood in the hearth and the occasional whispers of other males.

She...in the end, did not speak.

The last glimmer of hope was extinguished completely, like a candle flame blown out by the wind.

The faint light that Jiaoyin had been holding onto vanished instantly, leaving only boundless darkness and pain.

He gazed at the endless rain outside the door, feeling as if the icy rain had poured directly onto his heart, chilling him to the bone.

A bitter taste, like vines, tightly coiled around his heart, almost suffocating him.

Wanwan...is she really not going to forgive him again?
The several male merfolk who had come with him keenly sensed their clan leader's deep dejection. They exchanged glances, their eyes filled with worry, and softly called out, "Clan leader?"

Jiaoyin, however, seemed not to hear.

As if he had lost his soul, he slowly, almost dragged his feet, stepped out of the room and into the cold rain, letting the rain soak his long silver hair and gorgeous silk robes.

Just as he was feeling utterly hopeless and walking aimlessly forward, almost merging into the gray world, a clear, slightly languid voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Isn't this Chief Jiaoyin? Why are you leaving so soon? It's raining so hard, why don't you sit a little longer, have a bowl of hot soup, and then continue your journey?"

It is the cold of flowers.

Jiaoyin paused, a bitter smile curving her lips.

He slowly turned around and looked at Hua Han standing under the eaves.

He had to admit that his feelings were extremely complicated. He was happy for this friend who had once fought alongside him, but deep down he was also filled with an uncontrollable jealousy and envy.

She envied him for being able to stand rightfully beside her and possess everything he had ever dreamed of.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found his throat choked and he couldn't make a sound.

However, just as his gaze inadvertently swept over the two cubs that Hua Han was holding, who had curiously poked their heads out after hearing the noise, he was struck as if by a thunderbolt and instantly froze on the spot!
That cub... the aura emanating from that cub!
That's...that's...

(End of this chapter)