Just before Hu Yixian left, his words, tinged with a smile, clearly reached Huo Anqi's ears.
"Your brother's gift will be delivered, little one. We'll meet again."
The Nine-tailed Fox clan grows a tail every five hundred years of cultivation. Giving one to Huo Anqi already meant losing five hundred years of cultivation.
Giving another tail to Huo Yao was unfortunately beyond their capacity.
Changyuan, the silly snake, had lost his memory while Lan An sent a beauty back to Qi Mountain.
Neither had yet given a gift, so Huo Yao's greeting gift might have to wait a bit longer.
Huo Anqi got up swiftly from the bed, his black eyes gazing at the French window.
Hu Yixian had already disappeared, leaving no trace behind.
Huo Yao lay in the bed across, sleeping soundly, unaware of what happened.
Huo Anqi stared at his pouted mouth, a bubble occasionally escaping from his mouth with his steady breathing.
A hint of laughter flashed in his bright eyes.
