Edited by Aelryinth
Perhaps finding that hive full of honey had used up all of Zhang Che's luck.
For the rest of the day, Zhang Che didn't find any other good spiritual herbs. As such, the promise he made to the frisky monkey naturally went unrealized.
"Hey, it's not that daddy didn't let you eat, but that you didn't find any. You can't blame me for that."
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Night fell. Zhang Che found a mountain and had the Purple Crystal Tortoise dug out a cave, resting there for the night.
The man and monkey sat in front of a pile of roasted meat. Zhang Che felt a little regret.
After all, if they managed to find another high-grade spiritual herb, perhaps the frisky monkey would rank up in level. Then, the range of his spiritual sense would surely expand a little more.
"Baba, honey, honey…", the frisky monkey suddenly stammered while looking at the roasted meat before him.
