In the following days,
Greg Jensen had nothing much to do. Bored, he shuttled between the rooms of Karen Milton and Zoey Milton day and night, his cultivation improving constantly, on the verge of another breakthrough.
Squeak, squeak!!
That night, the silence was broken by the sound of scurrying mice.
Greg Jensen opened his eyes and saw several moles the size of human heads slip in, behaving in a human-like manner by gesturing with their paws politely and sitting down about ten meters away, showing great respect.
"You little guys have finally come back! Tell me, what news have you found?"
"Squeak, squeak..."
The leading mole let out a series of excited squeaks, gesticulating wildly with its limbs, while the others occasionally nodded in agreement.
This scene appeared quite comical, yet after hearing their report, Greg couldn't muster a laugh. Instead, his brows furrowed, and he became serious.
