The divine power swiftly circulated around her chest once, and only then did she manage to suppress the suffocating nausea. She bent over and patted the youth surnamed Fu on the shoulder: "You have found your father, and now I will take you back to the village."
The youth surnamed Fu gradually stopped crying and climbed up, his eyes still swollen but he earnestly nodded, rubbing away his tears roughly with his sleeves. He wished to give his father a proper burial, but there were no conditions for that at the moment. Since these two nobles had already helped him find his father's body, he had no right to ask them to carry out a corpse from the mountain cave. He would have to come back for his father when he himself found a way.
Ning Xiaoxian noticed that he carefully avoided getting the precious pelt dirty, she couldn't help but feel touched: this child is really thoughtful.
