"I don't need it."
Are you kidding? Asking the renowned Medicine King to use this thing would make him the laughingstock of the Demon Clan?
"Suit yourself then. Anyway, you're the young master; I suppose you have someone to carry you everywhere you go." The person in white muttered.
"Once you return to the Holy City in a few days, I'll be generous and drive you to the airport."
"Where to?" Feng Liyan didn't understand.
"To the airport. Didn't you come by plane?"
"...Alright, drive safely." Feng Liyan always felt like there could be a crash.
...
The sleeping little one suddenly flailed his tiny hand in the air twice but grasped nothing.
Frightened, he immediately woke up.
In front of him, it was empty, nothing there.
The little one's mind was still a bit foggy, but after two seconds of quiet, he suddenly remembered something and quickly turned his head to look back, only to see his father's broad back.
He scrambled up and sat, anxiously searching for something.
