In Sun Ruixing's small gathering spot, Wen Yu found a bamboo mat in the room, spread it on the floor, and quietly basked in the sun.
He ignored the surprised looks from the passing patrol members and occasionally teased the little Soul Beast.
It had been close to two hours since Sun Ruixing and the others had left. During that time, Wen Yu had eaten some food and then simply waited, feeling bored.
Though I feel a bit of regret about wasting time like this, my promise is more important, Wen Yu thought.
Hearing a distant commotion, Wen Yu slowly opened his eyes. He let go of the little Soul Beast, which he had been squishing and rolling in his hand, and immediately picked up his steel saber.
The little Soul Beast, having just escaped its master's clutches, resentfully floated to Wen Yu's shoulder and forcefully bumped its master's cheek to express its indignation.
