"Uncle has some words for you before you step out into the world,"
After the New Year, on a business flight to the Ximan Continental, Zhuang spoke seriously to a few new generation Antler Witch Hunter Knights about the dangers of the outside world.
In fact, he had repeated his warnings many times.
The young boss had grown impatient and frequently glanced back at the direction where his company team was seated, thinking that maybe he should say something more to his colleagues.
But he was empathetic by nature.
He also felt that it might be just as annoying to give them a talking-to now, just like Uncle Zhuang was doing.
Lin An also seemed disinterested. Indeed, after what had happened, he had been unusually quiet for a long period of time.
The departure of Miao Miao left him feeling somewhat lost and forlorn.
Was this love?
Was it? Wasn't it?
He didn't know. The affairs of the Supernatural World were too bizarre, and he had started to lose the ability to distinguish.
