Mo Xiaofei heard a call, it was his mentor Long Xiruo's voice... He glanced at the gloomy Zhuifeng and casually mentioned he needed to go to the bathroom.
Zhuifeng didn't pay much attention, just rested his chin in his hands, sitting by the window, daydreaming.
Mo Xiaofei shook his head, this guy had been like this ever since he returned yesterday, not saying anything no matter what was asked.
The source of the voice was outside Wolong Mountain Villa... When Mo Xiaofei arrived, Long Xiruo was already sitting cross-legged on a large stone at the riverbank—a state Mo Xiaofei was more familiar with from her child-like form.
"Master."
It had been a long time since Mo Xiaofei last saw Long Xiruo, he quickly approached from behind her and respectfully called out.
The True Dragon of China slowly opened her eyes and exhaled a breath of pale golden mist, "You two guys, you and Zhuifeng don't stay home, what are you doing in this ghostly place?"
