When Jiu Jiu left, she ran away like she was fleeing again…
In front of Ling'e's straw hut, where the several layers of array formations had been completely activated, Xiong Lingli sat in front of the door, seemingly guarding it. She held a roasted spiritual beast, which was a mountain rabbit,\ in her hand and tasted it with relish.
There were a total of four disciples from the Little Qiong Peak. At that moment, they were sitting around a short table. The table was in a mess, and the little grandmaster was already drunk. She laid on the table and sighed.
The "fake" old father, who was similar to old Daoist priest Qi Yuan, maintained an old face. He was at a loss and helpless. However, he smiled at his master and supported his master's every decision unconditionally.
