Looking at the eager expression of the sticky little maid in his arms,
Song Cheng nodded and said, "Alright, from now on, wherever I go, you go. The military camp, Scripture Pavilion, everywhere is fine..."
Upon hearing this, Ying was overjoyed, her heart close to her lord, fluttering like a fawn...
...
The next day, early morning.
Song Cheng donned his family's best armor from the warehouse—the Mysterious Iron Chain Soft Armor. This mechanized armor was personally forged by Master Shui Mo.
The Mysterious Iron Armor was dim, with unknown demon beasts' gaping mouths on both shoulders and stomach, showcasing its ferocity.
Combined with the young man's delicate face, it displayed a peculiar charm.
After dressing, he sat down for breakfast, and then three people arrived.
First was Zhao Hua.
Then there were two young disciples.
Song Cheng brought them along.
After all, teaching one was teaching, teaching a group was also teaching.
