"That's true, but it'll still be chaotic for a while." An Jiuyue sighed faintly.
"If it really comes to that, chaos is inevitable."
Qian Jiyun was not bothered. It was only natural for Huayan Peak to be chaotic. After all, which camp wouldn't experience some chaos if there was a new lord?
However, this was a common occurrence. There was nothing to say.
…
Fu Ming had been waiting in Camp Zhan Yun for a long time.
The sky was already dark. He laid his head on the table, his stomach growling from hunger.
"Uncle Fu, aren't you going to eat something?" the two children asked Fu Ming as they ate the pastries their mother had made for them.
"That's right, Third Brother. This taro cake tastes really good. Do you want to try it?" Gong Cheng asked Fu Ming.
Fu Ming rolled his eyes at Gong Cheng and almost slapped him.
