"Ahem."
Li Huowang's soft cough drew all the other brothers' eyes toward him. Filled with confidence, he raised his voice to the crowd of faces before him: "Brothers! From now on, we're not leaving. We'll settle down right here in Niuxin Village. From this moment on, this will be our new home!"
"Senior Brother Li, there's still one left—Yang the kid hasn't been brought in yet." Gouwa slapped the Daoist Boy beside him on the head.
Yang the kid panicked at once; he hadn't expected, after all this turning and twisting, that things would fall on his shoulders.
"I..." Just as he stammered, trying to say something, Li Huowang spoke with a face full of disdain, "That address he gave was just made up—he doesn't have any home at all, this kid's just a beggar."
Just then, Li Huowang felt his arm go limp. Turning his head, he saw Bai Lingmiao holding onto him.
