Duan Feihan: "..."
He had no interest in paying respects to his older brother.
Duan Feihan stretched out his hand, caressing her smooth and flawless cheek, frowning deeply as he watched the Feiyu Carpet he was on darting and flying haphazardly in the skies above Haicheng.
It couldn't go on like this, he couldn't just let Bai Chuwei, intoxicated as she was, continue sleeping on it. It was uncertain whether she would catch a cold.
Duan Feihan placed his hand on the carpet, speaking in a low voice, "Do you understand human speech? Do you know how to go home?"
Duan Feihan had no idea whether the Flying Spirit Artifact understood him as it continued to fly wildly through the night sky.
He looked down below, and after overcoming his fear of heights, he recognized the path beneath him...
The carpet, moving at a considerable speed, halted above the large lawn within the Duan Family's traditional Chinese garden villa.
