Tang Mo found Fu Qi's confident air ridiculous. The apocalypse may have changed people, but to think one knew all of human nature just from this tiny speck of a town was laughable.
However, Tang Mo had no intention of explaining. Her long-standing principle was to not argue with fools.
Seeing Tang Mo's indifference, Fu Qi's eyes darted around. 'Perhaps cutting off this supply of spiritual power wouldn't be such a bad thing after all.'
'That old man, Lin Shourong, has been getting more and more disrespectful lately. And these tiny kids are barely a mouthful. I might as well use this chance to teach them a lesson.'
With their own ulterior motives and decisions made, the human and the beast began a quiet period in the secret chamber, coexisting peacefully without disturbing one another.
After eating and drinking her fill, Xianxian, perhaps from all the terror she had endured, quickly fell asleep in Tang Mo's sleeping bag.
