Future Arrangements

Before long, Lin Heng finally emerged from the Small Wooden House, staring dazedly at the hazy lantern light before him.

Saint Ye only needed one glance to know he had overdone it while replenishing his body.

Seriously? They were playing and eating again!

They had all come!

Meng Yutong noticed him and guiltily shifted her gaze elsewhere, but the rosy flush on her face could not deceive anyone.

"Junior Brother, everyone's been waiting for you!"

The mahjong tiles on the table were instantly cleared away. Dummy Senior Sister also brought the roasted meat to the table, casually tearing off a piece and bringing it to her mouth.

"Senior Sister, you eat. Let me speak first."

"(′?ω?`) Okay!"

"Come on, Dog Lin Heng. Look how much face you have—everyone's waiting for you to talk."

Tsk, tsk! Xiao Yao was being a little restless!

Lin Heng dry-coughed twice and said, "I presume First Senior Sister has already told you all why I faked my death, so..."

"No. Your master is still completely in the dark." Meng Yutong interrupted him.

"First Senior Sister, you haven't explained it to Master yet?"

"I was waiting for you! Lotus Root Senior doesn't seem to know either."

With no other choice, Lin Heng could only start from the beginning and explain in detail his plan to use the tribulation to fake his death and shed his shell like a cicada.

It sounded more or less the same as what he had told First Senior Sister, though he still held some things back.

"Wait!"

"Does Master have a question?"

"It can't possibly be that simple, can it? Aren't you going to explain the Dragon Qi?"

"Uh... this..." Lin Heng's expression tightened. After glancing at Saint Ye and seeing that he did not care, he gritted his teeth and