The husband and wife had greedily devoured the scrawny Sabertooth Beast, with their now bulging bellies causing them to belch.
"If we don't find our son soon, I'm going to lose it. This meat is too hard to eat without any salt, cumin, or chili!"
Wen Jue silently glanced at Ye Qiao. "You ate at least half of that Sabertooth Beast just now."
Ye Qiao retaliated by slapping him on the back of his head. "Iron Tiger, can't you be civil? So what if I ate half? Didn't I hunt down that Sabertooth Beast?"
Decades of living with Ye Qiao had taught Wen Jue better than to respond at this point.
Just as he thought, Ye Qiao grumbled for a bit longer before sullenly mumbling, "Hmph, so boring."
Ye Qiao then turned his head and began leading the way, humming a song and enjoying the breathtaking scenery around him, in a truly upbeat mood.
Suddenly, he felt a pressure on his neck and found himself crouching down, held by Wen Jue before he could react.
Ye Qiao turned round and glared.
