The Transformation of Carl

Inside the space-time passage connecting the Known Universe to the present world thirty thousand years later.

Leng cast a deeply reluctant glance back at Little Karl, who was just as reluctant to leave. Wiping away his tears, he was calling out to Master and Master's Wife with deep affection, one sentence after another, while waving goodbye to them.

When she turned around, she saw that Ximen Lang's attitude remained just as hard-hearted. He did not even spare Little Karl a glance.

After spending so many years with the clever, quick-witted, and filial Little Karl,

Leng had gone from vaguely rejecting and guarding against him at first to treating him as her own son. Seeing this scene, she immediately protested.

"How can you be so heartless?! No matter what, he was your disciple, the one who spent so much time with you. He was also your only disciple."

"Not only did you leave him there alone to personally experience all that darkness, you didn't even turn around to look at him."

"He's still so young..."

Beside her, Ximen Lang listened to her endless stream of nagging, which had begun the moment they decided to leave Little Karl there and had not stopped for even a moment since.

Seeing that Leng's maternal instincts had overflowed and she had predictably begun softening again, Ximen Lang could not help rolling his eyes and muttering,

"Here we go again~"

"What did you say?! What do you mean, 'here we go again'?! Isn't he your disciple too?!"

That single question—"Isn't he your disciple too?"—made Ximen Lang roll his eyes repeatedly.

His completely unconcerned attitude infuriated Leng so much that she was nearly about to explode.

Seeing his opportunity, Ximen Lang finally put away his flippant expression.

As he helped calm the chest heaving from Leng's violent