He Xiangjiang was a little doubtful.
"Master, since when did you have friends in Yellow Clouds City?"
Zhao Tianqian knocked on the young Taoist priest's head.
"I have brothers all over the world, can't I?"
"Hurry up and put on your clothes. I'll take you out to eat."
He Xiangjiang, who had been knocked on the head, obediently did as he was told.
After the master and disciple were done packing, they went to the first floor of the inn and waited for Jiang Ping.
Jiang Ping first went to the room of the three little girls.
The three little girls were sleeping soundly.
Jiang Ping's gaze swept around the room.
Then he found the sleeping incense and extinguished it.
The three little girls sat up in a daze.
When they saw that their father had returned, the three little girls excitedly went forward to hug their father.
"Daddy, why do I feel like I've been asleep for a long time?"
