Faraway Inn, second floor.
Zhao Ling'er lay flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
Perhaps that was all she could do now.
She was the luckiest of all the Wolf Guards.
Because everyone else had died.
Still being alive, she no longer dared ask for anything more.
"Whoo, whoo~"
A stool stood beside the bed, with Little Girl sitting on it, her hair loose.
She held a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other.
The bowl contained a dark medicinal broth.
"Slurp, slurp~"
Little Girl tasted the broth with her tongue, seemingly testing its temperature.
After a while, she might have decided it was about right.
"Let me feed you your medicine."
Zhao Ling'er glanced at her. "Where's the medicine?"
"In the bowl..."
Little Girl suddenly froze, only then realizing that she had drunk almost all the medicine in the bowl herself.
Little Girl licked her lips.
"(⊙o⊙)..."
"This Fairy will get you another bowl."
Zhao Ling'er smiled helplessly. "Why haven't you tied your hair up?"
"Big Ping'an and Niu Niu aren't here."
Little Girl spoke without even turning her head.
She walked into the kitchen and stuffed some more firewood into the stove.
Fanning the flames higher, she propped her cheek in her hand.
"Hmm... it's been five whole days."
She counted on her fingers.
Demon-Suppressing Pass.
After Yu Er, head of the Yu Family, slew two Great Demons with mighty blows,
he immediately turned and hurried back onto the city wall, worried that a Demon Sage might attack him.
"Mighty is our old patriarch!"
A Yu Family disciple shouted.
One call drew a hundred responses, and more Yu Family disciples immediately joined in.
"Mighty is our old patriarch!"
Yu Er's expression remained unchanged, but a trace of pride could not help rising in