As soon as An Yiqing finished speaking, the whole bunch of big tough guys howled with excitement! They hadn't slept in a real bed or eaten cooked meat for thirty years! They were finally going home!
In the blink of an eye, everyone bolted off. An Yiqing laughed, shook her head, stretched lazily, and left as well.
That night, just as An Yiqing had said, everyone had a lavish feast. Zhang Yuksheng and the others specially hired a famous chef, who kept changing recipes and made all sorts of delicious dishes. The Blood Guard Army ate while bawling their eyes out. They hadn't tasted anything good for thirty years! Boohoo...
"Miss, what mission do we have tomorrow?" An Zhifeng ran over to An Yiqing, clutching a big chicken drumstick in his hand. His face was full of anticipation; after being tormented in the Kunlun Mirror for thirty years, he was dying to get out and torment someone else for a change.
An Yiqing gave him an amused look. "What's wrong, your hands itching already?"
