A nest of gold or silver could never compare to your own little doghouse.
Su Ping had lost count of how many times he had sighed over those words.
Yet every time he did, he gained a deeper appreciation of them.
Only here could he completely relax, body and mind. Only here did he not need to worry too much about interference from outside enemies or pay particular attention to what others thought.
Only here did all his troubles seem capable of being forgotten.
Yet that thought had barely risen when, as he landed at his own airport in the Mechanical Heart, Guan Qianshan, Liu Fuhai, and even Meng Yao and the others, who had long been waiting, hurried over.
First, Uncle Guan's words struck like a bolt from the blue:
"Su Ping, quite a few breeders from all over have arrived lately, especially breeders from abroad. Among them are quite a few master breeders from other countries who want to meet you..."
An indescribable look filled his eyes.
In just a few short years, the boy before him was no longer the youngster who had carried sacks and bamboo baskets around his family's little breeding base, picking up wolf dung.
He was a truly important figure, one far beyond anything Guan Qianshan had imagined. Without these circumstances, Guan Qianshan would probably have struggled to meet someone of his stature even once in his lifetime.
That was why he did not offer any words of concern at this moment.
Yet Su Ping gave him a speechless look, showing none of the demeanor Guan Qianshan had imagined from a super beast tamer with Legend Tier combat power, or a myth breeder now recognized worldwide and revered by countless breeders.
All he showed was helplessness and the same evasive words as always: