Feng Yueya awkwardly smiled, not expecting that two days had passed in the blink of an eye.
"Wait for me a moment, I'll be right there." After closing the door, Feng Yueya changed her clothes and walked out with her sword in hand.
"Should Little Xuanzi come with us?" she asked, looking at Little Xuanzi who was still asleep on the chair.
"No need, bringing it would just be a burden," Yun Shangyuan said indifferently.
Indeed, Little Xuanzi was already drunk, and its weight had increased, so carrying it along the way would definitely be tiring.
Feng Yueya uncharitably agreed, "Alright then, let's leave it. We'll be back in a few days anyway."
Maybe Little Xuanzi would still be asleep when they returned.
"Let's go." Taixu Zi, dressed in a white robe, had no luggage in hand.
"Master, where is your sword?" Feng Yueya suddenly remembered that Taixu Zi seemed to never use a sword.
