"Uh!"
Xiao Jinghong had barely stepped into the room when Senior Sister's cool voice reached him.
Remembering the horrors of the Cliff of Confinement, he didn't dare waste a moment and hurriedly said, "Senior Sister, you might not believe this."
"On this trip, your junior brother somehow ended up working as a thug for demons and monsters without even realizing it."
Xiao Jinghong had lived for several thousand years. He knew full well that nothing piqued people's interest more than a story like this.
The instant he finished speaking, Senior Sister and Senior Brother Beichen both turned their eyes toward him.
Knowing their temperaments well, Xiao Jinghong didn't dare keep them in suspense. He hurriedly continued:
"You've heard of the Flame Wave Mad Lion, right? If not, it's that beast Tang Songyuan said died nearly a year ago."
"But today, your junior brother saw that beast with his own eyes—the one that should've been dead long ago."
"I even saw a little demon with no more than the strength of the Heaven and Human Realm beat the Yōumíng Dragon Ancestor to death in a completely one-sided fight!"
Before he could finish, Wei Beichen couldn't help interrupting him. "Junior Brother, don't tell me that old loach pushed you too far and you've gone mad?"
"If I remember right, the Flame Wave Mad Lion should rank at least seventieth in the Ten Thousand Demon Lair, shouldn't he?"
"How could a nobody like that beat that old loach Yōumíng? I have a hard time believing it."
As he spoke, Wei Beichen even reached out to feel Xiao Jinghong's forehead, wanting to see if his junior brother had lost his mind.
"I understand."
Ignoring the two men joking around beside her, Leng Ningshuang nodded silently. Her heart remained undisturbed.
Although that little lion had