Dongfang Minghui had no idea what Seventh Sister had said to Uncle Wood. By the time she returned, Qian Ziyan was already back in his room. Several times, she wanted to knock on his door, only to lose her nerve. When she returned to her own room, Qian Wanyu was sitting cross-legged, cultivating.
Little Fatty had fallen asleep leaning against the fiery-red energy shield radiating from Toothless's body. Perhaps the shield was too slippery; Dongfang Minghui saw her slowly sliding down it several times. Eventually, she could not bear to watch anymore and carried her back.
Tossed onto the bed, Little Fatty automatically wrapped herself in the quilt and continued snoring away.
Dongfang Minghui found a window overlooking the street. Looking down, she could see the still fairly bustling road, but few of the people passing through wore smiles. They came in a hurry and left in a hurry, like fleeting travelers. It seemed to bear out what the teahouse owner had said earlier-the town lost people every day. With everyone living in fear, how could they lead good lives?
"Those Beast-Shifters..."
Had the Beast-Shifters hidden in the combat bases back at the Beast Tribe Settlement been waiting for this moment to be released?
Dongfang Minghui's thoughts flew everywhere, from the Cass Tribe to Wei Junlan. Her fellow countryman had nearly ended up in this half-dead state. She secretly rejoiced that they had taken a detour to the Merfolk after leaving the Elf Clan.
"Sigh."
"You're so young. Whatever troubles you have, you can tell Seventh Sister. Sigh long enough, and it'll become a habit." Qian Wanyu gently brushed her fingers through her hair, her voice unusually tender, almost a whisper.
"It's nothing." Earlier, she had had a thousand things to say, but somehow she had already worked through quite