In this place that refused to grant even a shred of light, "chatting" was the Golden-Haired Rats' only entertainment.
Their enduring spirit of finding joy amid suffering was also the magical treasure that had helped them weather countless years of misery.
Of course, while they chatted, they took turns watching the entrance to keep outsiders from overhearing any inappropriate gossip.
Recently, a group of large rats had taken to gathering around Huang Yingying to hear about the outside world. He had not disappointed them, presenting himself as someone widely traveled and well informed. His vivid descriptions of romantic scenes beneath wind, flowers, snow, and moonlight opened their eyes.
Moreover, Huang Yingying kept saying someone would come to rescue him, and that he would ask them to rescue his clansmen too. His promises filled the large rats with longing, making them increasingly eager to hear him paint these enticing pies in the sky.
After all, there was nothing happy about this place, and no other rat painted pies quite as fragrant as Huang Yingying's.
The cave's prison gate was not locked, yet not a single Golden-Haired Rat dared escape.
They knew they could never get away. Even if they escaped this cliff, they could not escape the grand formation their ancestors had laid down. And if even one Golden-Haired Rat went missing, every clansman trapped here would suffer collective punishment-a punishment of terrible cruelty...
After accompanying Qiu Ben back to the Extreme Fire Sect's lodgings, Po Yuan headed toward the main peak again. On a slightly lower summit, he found Feng Jue, the Central District's Order Master, practicing with a spear in golden armor.
Catching sight of Po Yuan, Feng Jue completed a flowing sequence, spear shadows wheeling like soaring dragons and dancing phoenixes, then smoothly ended his routine. Planting the