Xiao Fan lifted Medusa in his arms. Though her snake tail was still wrapped around his waist, moving around was no longer a problem.
"Xiao Yan'er, thank you."
"Ten bottles of Sugar Pills... no, twenty bottles!" Zi Yan turned her head away, refusing to look at Xiao Fan.
"Fine, fine, isn't it just twenty bottles of Sugar Pills?"
Xiao Fan knew Zi Yan's anger had not faded. Pointing at his back, he said, "Xiao Yan'er, get on."
Though Zi Yan was unhappy, she obediently climbed onto Xiao Fan's back. Looking at Medusa in his arms, Zi Yan said, "Xiao Fan, you're not allowed to carry anyone else on your back from now on!"
Xiao Fan's back could only be Zi Yan's territory. It was a place already thoroughly seasoned with Zi Yan's presence.
Xiao Fan could not understand what Zi Yan had thought of this time, so he could only agree. "I'll only carry Xiao Yan'er, not anyone else."
Taking advantage of the sandstorm's end, Xiao Fan left the cave with Medusa in his arms and Zi Yan on his back. The most urgent matter was to send Medusa to the Snake-People Palace first.
Ever since learning of the Snake-People Tribe's unreasonable rules, Xiao Fan had become somewhat distrustful of their other territories as well.
After Xiao Fan and Zi Yan left, boundless energy began gathering within the cave. A figure slowly condensed amid it, gasping heavily.
"What was that attack just now?!" The Great Elder still felt lingering fear when he recalled the strike that had nearly annihilated his body in an instant. Fortunately, he had used a secret technique of the Snake-People Tribe to preserve his life.
But the price of such a near-resurrection secret technique was equally steep. The Great Elder was now completely spent, with less