"Ahem."
Li Huowang's soft cough drew the eyes of his martial brothers. Filled with confidence, he looked at the faces before him and raised his voice, "Brothers! We're not leaving. From now on, we'll settle down right here in Niuxin Village. This will be our new home!"
"Senior Brother Li, there's still one left—Yang the kid hasn't been sent home yet," Gouwa said, slapping the head of the Daoist Boy beside him.
Yang the kid panicked. He never expected that after everything, it would come down to him.
"I..." Just as he was stammering, trying to say something, Li Huowang spoke with open disdain. "That address he gave was made up. He doesn't have a home; the kid's just a beggar."
Just then, Li Huowang felt a soft touch on his arm. Turning his head, he saw Bai Lingmiao holding onto him.
