Tianhu Mountain, Fox Hole.
Qing Linghuan stretched lazily, looking at his two larger and one smaller cubs, along with Little Shiqi, feeling extremely satisfied.
The Tong Tian Divine Venerable had urged him countless times to return to the battlefield.
He had no intention of going.
He had never gained any benefits from it before.
Now, he had a legitimate job—watching the kids!
Humph! If there's anyone to blame, it's the Tong Tian Divine Venerable himself. Why did he have to mess with that group of demons who feared no one but themselves?
It used to be so much better when they were disorganized; chaotic yet orderly, hindering each other, unable to unite as a single force.
Qing Linghuan yawned a big yawn, planning to take a long nap as well.
But before he could finish yawning, 'plop, plop, plop,' three little things fell onto his back!
He turned his head and couldn't help but laugh!
"Wow! It's raining children from the sky!"
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