Xiao Yi and his companions fled Mingjian City, running wildly without any pause.
They ran for a whole day and night before finally stopping.
Huff huff huff!
Xiao Yi, Fang Qingzhu, and Niu Dali collapsed on the ground, leaning against the cold rock wall, gasping for air. The continuous running for a day and night had taken a tremendous toll on them.
They rested for a while.
Xiao Yi frowned at Niu Dali, "Why are you following us?"
Gulping for air, Niu Dali said, "Didn't we make a bet? I lost, you're my brother, so of course, I have to follow you!"
Xiao Yi glanced at Niu Dali's bearded face and the profound worry lines on his forehead: "..."
Fang Qingzhu stuck out her tongue, "You're old enough to be our uncle..."
Niu Dali glared, exclaiming, "Who says? I'm only eighteen this year!"
Hiss!
The two eyed him, "You're just eighteen?"
"Doesn't it seem so?"
