Wu Hen also fell into deep thought.
He hadn't realized the burden of the host body's original owner was so heavy; it was no wonder he had ventured into such a dangerous place.
"Do I have to catch the Ancient Dream Demon to allow the people in my city to survive?" Wu Hen murmured to himself.
"You might want to think about it yourself. Being too kind is just incompetence," said the straw raincoat-clad woman.
After speaking, the straw raincoat-clad woman stood up, looking like she was going to leave the warm tent. Just as she was about to take a step, she appeared to remember that this was her resting place and turned her gaze to Wu Hen, signaling that he could leave.
One would have thought the other party would stand up and return to the stable, but this Young City Lord, pushed to the brink, remained seated by the warm stove, drinking freshly made hot sheep's milk, his body still in a relaxed posture.
