Watching the Ancient Clan group flee in disarray, Medicine Elder stroked his beard and smiled. Walking over to Han Feng, he recalled his earlier joke and could not help teasing, "You brat, you certainly have some wild ideas."
"Teacher, I was just saying it casually." Han Feng spread his hands, looking utterly innocent.
Master and disciple exchanged a smile, the same trace of slyness in both their eyes.
No sooner had the Ancient Clan members left than a small purple figure came bouncing through a tear in space and appeared in the rear garden of the City Lord's Manor.
"Han Feng! Han Feng! I'm here!"
Before Zi Yan herself arrived, her voice had already carried over, her crisp tone brimming with joy.
Like a little beast searching for food, she accurately found Han Feng resting with his eyes closed in a reclining chair in the backyard. She pounced and clung to his arm, gazing at him eagerly.
"Pills, pills! I haven't had my share for today yet!"
Han Feng did not know whether to laugh or cry at her pestering. He opened his eyes, took out a prepared seventh-tier medicinal pill from his Storage Ring, and flicked it into her open little mouth.
Zi Yan happily narrowed her eyes and chewed with the contentment of a cat that had stolen some cream, looking utterly adorable.
"You little girl, your nose is sharper than a dog's." Han Feng pinched her chubby little cheek. "I only just got back, and you came running over after catching the scent."
"Of course!" Zi Yan proudly puffed out her little chest. "I can smell the scent of pills on you from eight hundred miles away!"
Her eyes rolled, and she began rubbing herself against Han Feng again, hoping to swindle a few more pills