"Whew~ Finally out."
Breathing in the fresh air outside, Xiao Wu spread her arms and embraced the moonlight.
"Bzzzz~"
"Smack!"
Xiao Wu quietly wiped her hand on Daoist Guga's robe before saying as though nothing had happened:
"Let's hurry up and leave. I don't want to spend another second here."
Ning Rongrong nodded in agreement.
"Mm, I feel the same way.
But we have to take what happened today to our graves. We never came here tonight, and we don't know anything."
After speaking, she crouched down, placed both hands on Daoist Guga's arms, and solemnly instructed her.
"Sorry for the trouble. Please keep an eye on them and make sure they fill the hole."
Daoist Guga patted her chest and readily agreed.
"Leave it to me, guga."
With that, Daoist Guga turned around, pulled out a lounge chair, and lay down on it.
She looked toward the Thief Gugas still swinging their shovels, putting on the air of an overseer.
"Fill it properly, all of you! Don't leave a single gap! If anyone dares slack off, I'll whack her on the head with my compass!"
The Thief Gugas could only shovel faster, their faces miserable.
Ning Rongrong was very satisfied with this.
Taking Lin Xiao's arm, she headed toward the sect.
Only the chirping of insects and the rustling of leaves in the evening breeze remained on Back Mountain.
Along with the "ka-chunk-" of digging and filling the hole.
In the blink of an eye, two months passed.
Life continued peacefully.
Ning Fengzhi never discovered that the ancestral graves had been dug up.
The weight hanging over Ning Rongrong's heart slowly lifted, and she gradually put the incident behind her.
She continued spending her days cultivating in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect or finding amusement with Xiao