Whether it was openly or discreetly, many were paying attention to Ai Hui’s recuperation. No one noticed, however, that the sand puppet beside him was gone.
Even Gong Peiyao, who adored Lou Lan, was focused on the news of Great Elder’s death and had no mood for playing with Lou Lan.
A rustling sound could be heard coming from the underbrush in an empty corner of Clearwater City.
Shortly after, a faint and cheerful voice sounded from the bushes.
"No one on the left."
"No one on the right."
A moment later, a finger-sized Lou Lan made his way out of the bushes.
"Keep watch from the rooftop, Lou Lan!"
"Keep watch from the alley mouth!"
"Watch the left side, Lou Lan."
"Watch the right side, Lou Lan."
