Zhang Xiaohai had no idea what took place after he left.
Even if he knew, Zhang Xiaohai wouldn't care.
As long as nothing bothered him, Zhang Xiaohai wouldn't get involved. If someone did mess with him, he wouldn't mind slapping them into oblivion.
Two hours later.
Zhang Xiaohai took Ye Xiu Saint Son, and they traveled over a hundred kilometers.
The two stopped at a picturesque creek.
"You start healing, I'll keep watch for you," Zhang Xiaohai said lazily.
Speaking, he took off his clothes, wore a mask with blue face and sharp teeth, and jumped into the creek.
"Alright!" Ye Xiu Saint Son responded.
He sat by the creek, took out some healing pills, and began recovering his injuries and exhausted True Qi.
Half an hour later.
Zhang Xiaohai silently came up from the creek, put on a clean suit, flipped his hand, and took out a bag of barbecue and a jar of monkey wine from the Shennong Ring, eating and drinking.
Time passed.
Soon, three hours passed.
Buzz!!!
