C87 (1/2)

The resplendent starlight illuminated the quiet night. Within the great hall, the soft sounds of conversation were especially eye-catching.

”Oh? The one who spoke was indeed the resourceful King of Western Falls, Murong Yi. Just an incense stick of time ago, he had brought his men to the Ling family, and said that he had delayed for some time because of a friend he met.

”Mm. Big Brother Murong did not come to receive us this time. Truly …”

”Hey, what did our family talk about? Little Yun also came back, right? We haven't seen each other since that time. How is he now?” Murong Yi asked with concern, treating him like a child from his own family.

”Don't pamper him too much, he brought a group of good friends with him and is currently refining in Xiao Tian's factory,” Ling Chen said with a smile. It was only because of Uncle Hu's words that she didn't say anything about the ”Heaven Transformation”.

”Oh? ”Since it's this late, we can continue on another day. Tomorrow, I'll stop here for a day, and the day after that I'll head off to the border to deliver some things to the general. I have so many soldiers stationed at the Ling Family for a day, do you mind?” Murong Yi jokingly said.

”Ai, you're making fun of me again. Come, let's go drink. We won't return until we're drunk tonight.”

”Alright, with your words, how can we not fight? Let's go …”

The dim light illuminated the two gradually receding shadows, and the extravagant hall once again returned to its tranquility.

”You still want to continue?” Hu Bo asked in surprise. He didn't expect the kids to be so enthusiastic. After resting for half an incense stick of time, they would have to start working again.

”Our time is limited. Counting the time we have to leave, we only have six days left,” Ling Yun explained.

There was no way around it, there was no way around stopping them from going. Uncle Hu then continued to protect them as they went to the shop that Xiao Tian was in charge of. The shop was brightly lit at night, and there was no sign of laziness at all.

”Yo, a few kids are really motivated. Not bad, not bad, you guys go in first. I'll have a chat with Uncle Hu.” He gently pushed the children's back as if he was chasing a duck, coaxing them into the artifact forging room.

”Murong is here?” Ling Xiaotian asked.

”Yes, he should be with the patriarch now. What's wrong, do you have a bad premonition?” Uncle Hu asked in alarm.

”I can feel a murderous aura hidden in the distant Huanghun City. If Murong is going to pass, I hope you can remind him to be careful, otherwise …” Ling Xiaotian paused for a moment. He had never missed out on his prophecy, so he did not dare to continue.