Half an hour later, under the escort of two strong warriors, the four of them, Cangsheng, finally returned to the War Palace.
After the battle, Ao Yun took a bath and tidied his hair.
Afterward, Mo Fengxue healed the pulse condition of the convalescing cloud and dust.
"Old Father Mei, what's wrong? You look flustered. Is the sky falling?"
Spring and Autumn leaned on the Great Dragon, leisurely eating grapes peeled by the palace maids.
Father Mei looked ugly. He idly glanced at Baili's Spring and Autumn Festival. He wanted to speak but was afraid that if he did, Baili Chunqiu would vent his anger on him.
"What's the matter? What's happening? Say what you want to say. Look at you, like widows choking up!"
Father Mei squirmed and fussed but didn't say a word, causing a bit of displeasure in Baili Chunqiu.
