After dealing with the matters at hand, Jiang Ping An and Lan Shi'er prepared to leave.
Before parting, Tuanzi's eyes brimmed with tears, her little nose twitching as she buried her whole body in Jiang Ping An's arms, unwilling to let go. Her voice was thick with sobs.
"Master, you have to come back early, or Little Lion will miss you to death..."
"Miss him? Who'd miss him? I only miss roasted meat."
Little Lion, clutching two skewers of sizzling, grease-dripping roasted thunder eel, was eating with his mouth full of oil. Hearing Tuanzi's words, he retorted indistinctly without even thinking.
But when he felt Tuanzi's fierce glare—the kind that could kill a lion—sweep over him, his entire body shuddered. He hurriedly tried to put on an expression of extreme reluctance, squeezing out an utterly twisted face as he wailed dryly.
"Boss! I'll miss you to death! Don't go!"
As he shouted dramatically, he did not forget to stuff all the remaining roasted meat in his hands into his mouth at once, afraid someone might snatch it away.
Jiang Ping An ignored Little Lion, who was possessed by the spirit of melodrama, and gently pinched Tuanzi's soft little head. "Cultivate properly and strive to break through to the God King Realm soon. There are many special spirit fruits growing in the ruins that cannot be found outside, and they taste excellent. I'll bring some back for you when I return."
"Mm!"
Tuanzi nodded heavily, trying hard to hold back her tears, but she simply could not stop them.
Jiang Ping An handed Tuanzi over to Long Ya beside him, waved to everyone, then turned and departed.
The road ahead in this assessment was unknown. No one knew how long it would last, but one thing was certain—it would be fraught