As Meng Yutong exhaled a breath like hidden orchids, that one word, "stick," was used with simply lifelike perfection.
Just thinking about it was enough to send a person's imagination galloping.
"Cough, cough!" Lin Heng's old face could not help flushing as he said excitedly, "Master, you have to keep your word..."
"Isn't your master very trustworthy?" Meng Yutong lifted his chin and asked in return.
"Yes, yes, very trustworthy. You've never fooled your disciple, never painted big cakes for your disciple."
There was more or less a teasing note in Lin Heng's tone. There had been no shortage of times when Dream Salted Fish had switched sides and played word games!
Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night!
After master and disciple spoke openly, both of their hearts felt much more at ease.
Not letting Lin Heng mess around tonight, nurturing the Yin Fruit was only one small aspect. The larger aspect was that they had to deal with the crisis outside.
Nine Dust Hall had launched a sneak attack to seize the city, and everyone else was defending outside the city. Yet you, the city lord, were under the flowers and before the moon with your Master, doing that sort of shady thing.
No matter how one put it, it would not make sense!
As the leader of a team, one had to have a view of the overall situation!
On the road to South City, master and disciple were still being lectured by Meng Yutong.
"I know, master. I just feel that those fools from Nine Dust Hall can't stir up any great waves. Everything has already been arranged. I trust mom is holding the fort. Nothing can go wrong!"
"It's still better not to be careless. We don't have too many trump cards in hand.