Wei Nan, Wei Liu, leading their subordinates, left with utmost respect.
Once the outsiders were gone, Li Jingming took a deep breath, showing a trace of fatigue.
He returned to his beast-skin armchair, rubbed his temples with both hands, and then lit the soul incense candle on the desk.
"Sssss."
The sweet aroma of orange peels mixed with lemon rose gently in the cave.
Li Jingming's expression returned to normal, and he picked up the scroll, meticulously continuing his reading.
"Rustle, rustle, rustle..."
After a while, the sound of living creatures moving could be heard underground.
A large moth trailing purple haze, a humanoid mantis with arms transformed into mud cannons, and an insect holding a shield, lined up in a column and emerged from another passage.
"Sutsu! Sutsu sutsu!"
"A-Ni sauce! Iku iku!"
"Bang bang! Thud ga! Doo doo!"
The three insect Fond Spirits with noticeable size differences were, in their own insect languages, scrambling to express something.
