He glanced at the exhilarated Huang Zhenting before him and then at the charming and naïve Rollroll. Lin Feng's mouth started to twitch. He really wanted to ask his grand disciple – didn't he feel that the scene just wasn't right?
Lin Feng heaved a sigh and patted Rollroll before he turned towards Huang Zhenting. "Take him back to Wasteland Valley and take care of him. Tell Xuan Huang that he can take Rollroll as his mount if it pleases him. He's of no use to me."
He knew that he couldn't let his reputation be ruined because he chose something cute – not in the slightest chance.
Rollroll didn't seem to notice. Lin Feng patted him on the head, and Rollroll even nudged Lin Feng's hand even though his body was as large as a tiny mountain.
Huang Zhenting bounced on his toes. "Founder, Founder – he's coming up to you to let you pat him!"
Lin Feng resisted rolling his eyes. "Yes? What's the problem?"
