Aloy suppressed her discomfort and looked at Lear with a smile. "Uncle, don't lie to me. Where's the new spirit beast you just tamed?"
Lear pretended not to know anything and looked around. "My good niece, you must have made a mistake. Don't you already know what spirit beasts I'm using?"
"Oh, really? Did I make a mistake just now?" Aloy pretended to frown in confusion.
"You must be mistaken!" Lear said with certainty from the side. "My good niece, don't think too much. Come with me, let's get out of this wormhole first."
At this point, Lear's heart ached as he held Aloy's hand.
"Look at you, you entered the wormhole in such a hurry. You didn't even bring a crystal. You'll easily get lost in the wormhole like this."
"Let go!" With a cold face, Aloy struggled to break free from Lear's hand. "I remember the way back. I can go back by myself!"
"Is that so?" Lear sneered as he looked at Aloy.
