"Hmm, I know,"
Zhao Xiaoman nodded obediently in response.
"Let's go, we should head back; Uncle Quan must be getting anxious," Ye Wudao didn't ramble on and said to her.
When Ye Wudao and Zhao Xiaoman returned to the camp, they indeed found Uncle Quan had already come back. Seeing that Ye Wudao and Zhao Xiaoman had not returned for so long, he was truly worried. He was about to go out to search for the two of them. Seeing that they both returned safe and sound, he finally relaxed and went to prepare dinner.
And as for cultivation, haste makes waste, so Ye Wudao decided that Zhao Xiaoman only had to practice twice a day, about an hour each time.
After dinner, since the sky was still bright and there was no need to hurry on the road, everyone seemed rather relaxed. Uncle Quan, smoking his dry tobacco pipe, started sharing some of his past hunting adventures in the mountains with Ye Wudao and Zhao Xiaoman.
