Just after Chu Yunyun left the house, Little Flat Head emerged from Chu Xisheng's body.
Perched beside the window, the creature appeared melancholic and lonely, with a glimmer of hope in its eyes as it gazed outside.
Seeing this, Chu Xisheng's eyes dimmed.
He sighed softly, walked over to Little Flat Head, and gently stroked its head.
"Just bear with it a little longer. Formless Divine Mountain is near the Northern Divine Continent. It's unlike Jiangnan, with vast skies and wide lands, sparsely populated and where you can roam freely across thousands of miles of ice plains. When we get there, I'll let you out for a few days to do whatever you want."
Little Flat Head, however, disdainfully slapped away Chu Xisheng's hand.
It turned back and bared its teeth at Chu Xisheng.
Chu Xisheng's lips twitched, knowing Bai Xiaozhao was to blame for this trouble.
Recently, it was always Bai Xiaozhao fighting alongside him in battle.
