Han Mo grinned and skipped inside leaving the oldest and youngest brother. Xu Ling looked at the blonde who was smiling with a far away look. He had been this way since the war that the Ghost King created. His brother was rubbing the rings like a safety net to ease his mind, and there was nothing he or Han Mo could say to relieve their youngest brother of his sadness.
"Fu Shen is back. I should have him as my pupil."
"Then you would need to fight Ah Mo for him, brother."
"He is but a child! If Han Mo dare to even think about it, I will knock sense into him."
Ying Yue laughed and nodded as they both entered.
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Ying Yue really should have thought of this better. Xu Ling and his son could cook, but for 30 children…
They were not prepared for how much their stomach can take.
"More please!"
"Another serving?"
"I'm still hungry."
"Food is so good! I want more."
