Upon seeing Sang Que again, Xia Chan clutched the strap of his messenger bag and couldn't suppress her tears, crying out loud.
Xuan Yu also whimpered, expressing grievances, pausing to lick its fur before continuing its complaints.
The thoughts of the two, one big and one small, were evident enough. Sang Que felt a mix of sourness and amusement, then he gently ruffled the heads of Xuan Yu and Xia Chan.
"Once I find Old Yu, I'll immediately get you some delicious food."
Xia Chan sniffled, nodding, and then remembered that Qiao Ling was still following behind her. She turned her head to look.
"Sister, I came here with Aunt Qiao. We found a big bad ghost, the pitch-black one!"
Following Xia Chan's pointing direction, Sang Que looked across the river and, indeed, there was a woman roughly the same age as his mother, gasping for breath while leaning against a tree.
Seeing the rushing river, Sang Que first took Xuan Yu and Xia Chan and instantly teleported to the other side.
