"Right."
A woman in black suddenly called out to Lin Yi, "Your Spiritual Beast is also in this yard."
"Spiritual Beast?"
Lin Yi raised an eyebrow, "It's not that golden retriever, is it?"
Lin Yi had barely finished speaking.
A familiar yet annoying voice came from behind him, "Who else could it be but me?"
Lin Yi looked toward the source of the voice.
He saw Little Jin's chubby body, strutting toward him with a saucy gait.
Lin Yi's face showed surprise, "The people from the Martial Arts Academy actually didn't slaughter you?"
"How come you look like you would have rather had me die at the hands of those people?"
Little Jin gave Lin Yi a dismissive glance.
"That's not necessarily true."
Lin Yi shook his head, "I just didn't expect, after being separated from everyone, that I'd still run into you."
"Do I and you, Dead Dog, really have such fate?"
"What fate? Without me, you'd have been dead long ago!"
