A few days later, Teng Guyan sat on a mountain near the Chu family's Secret realm in the realm of the Holy beasts, looking into the distance. Her eyes were filled with melancholy and uncertainty.
"AI ..." Teng Guyan sighed deeply.
"Lord patriarch, this is the 113th time you've sighed. Are we still going back for dinner?" Teng Mingyuan asked from behind.
"Shut up! Who asked you to count the number of times I sighed? You have nothing to do, do you?" Teng Guyan turned around and roared.
"I didn't eat too much. I haven't eaten yet. Everyone is waiting for you to go back and eat with us. Where's the food Chuxi made today?" Teng Mingyuan said eagerly. After tasting Ling Chuxi's cooking, the few of them could not forget it. They were all fighting over it at the dining table, not caring about their image.
"All of you, sit down. I haven't even finished speaking, and all you know is to eat, eat, eat!" Teng Gushan was so angry that his hair stood on end.
