"It's entirely unnecessary, I've appreciated its many forms, just let it go!"
Han Dong shook his head, smiled slightly, and fell asleep on Jiang Feng's shoulder.
Jiang Feng placed the prepared blanket over Han Dong. After Han Dong was sound asleep, he carried him back to the stone house.
"Whew!"
Just as Jiang Feng gently placed Han Dong on the bed, a formidable aura entered the range of Jiang Feng's spiritual sense.
The other seemed unaware of him.
Heading straight for Dragon Capital.
Jiang Feng frowned.
He lived on White Tiger Mountain, unknown to others, except Xiao Zhan, who had long ordered people not to approach White Tiger Mountain to disturb the couple's cultivation.
Central Earth cultivators entering Dragon Capital would proactively avoid White Tiger Mountain.
Suddenly, a potent aura flashed over White Tiger Mountain and rushed toward Dragon Capital, causing Jiang Feng to sense something amiss.
Over these years.
