"We're here."
Feixue led the two of them to a treacherous cliff, where Yinfeng was anxiously pacing in circles, unwilling to give up.
"Here? There's nothing here?"
Long Keyue looked at the empty cliff face before them, puzzled.
"Haha, of course, without me, none of you can enter. Kid, do I have style or not?"
Yinfeng appeared with a smug look, lazily half-lying in mid-air, casually tossing a fruit in its claw, enjoying itself.
Is this guy an old rascal?
Ye Haochuan and Long Keyue exchanged glances and smiled knowingly at each other, thinking in harmony.
"Yinfeng, enough, aren't you too old to be sulking like a child?" Feixue rolled her big eyes in dissatisfaction.
"..."
Yinfeng's expression tightened as his whisker wriggled together, unable to retort.
"Hehe, Uncle Yinfeng is so cute."
