After having dinner, Yan Zhengya contentedly savored the taste of the roasted lamb leg he just ate. At this moment, Tianmiao said to Yan Zhengya, "Something has happened at the Taoist Alliance, and we have to return tomorrow."
"Ah? So soon?" Yan Zhengya straightened up suddenly, surprised. He felt guilty for having received so much money from them and yet hadn't properly entertained them before they had to leave.
"Yes, there's some matter that needs to be handled," Tianmiao said softly.
"You have to take good care of the woolly pig, make sure it eats well and drinks well. Maybe one day it'll even change shape," Kong Hou said, patting the woolly pig's round belly, and advised earnestly.
"Of course, of course." Yan Zhengya thought of the woolly pig's appetite and suddenly felt an increased pressure.
