Stepping over War Song—who had shamelessly come to mooch alcohol last night—and Yue Meng, Chen Jiuge surveyed their sprawled bodies. A sense of imbalance stirred within him, and he couldn't resist kicking both of them.
Yue Meng stretched out her small hands to rub the spot where she was kicked, turned around, and continued sleeping. War Song, with his tough hide, didn't react at all.
No hope for them, Chen Jiuge muttered to himself in exasperation and then went out for some fresh air.
"Eh? Senior Brother, who might you be?" As soon as Chen Jiuge arrived at the courtyard, he saw a handsome young man with eyes like stars playing with the little creature from yesterday.
"Junior Brother Chen, you're finally awake. I am Zhu Yinghuang from Vermilion Bird Peak. I heard from Senior Sister Wen Ruo that you have some decent Spiritual Beasts here and came especially to inquire about purchasing them," Zhu Yinghuang said, rising and bowing in greeting.
