A certain person was still true to his good-for-nothing nature. Along the journey, he would leisurely look around, occasionally whistling or singing some lewd songs.
Miao Yi didn’t know where this bastard learnt them from, but one thing did change; ever since their visit to the brothel, Miao Yi realized that Luo Shuangfei no longer mentioned the purple marten.
Earlier Luo Shuangfei would either keep pestering him to return it, or beat around the bush to ask him to give it back. Ever since the two visited the brothel, Luo Shuangfei didn’t mention the purple marten even once, as though finally resigning himself and was willing to follow Miao Yi back to East Arrival Cave...
Towering above them, verdant mountains stood at varying heights, dotted by lavishly decorated homes.
Over twenty steeds came to a halt in the mountains. Miao Yi heaved a sigh of relief as they gazed towards the horizon.
