"Is this the follower that the Pathfinder mentioned?"
Feng Yue sniffed around and detected a sour and pungent smell: "Hmm, it's the scent of love."
Follower?
Clearly it's a love interest!
Feng Yue dared not show his feelings, awkwardly coughed to the side, and reminded: "Pathfinder, where is your Storage Space? Let me deliver the Twisted Magic Crystal to the entrance first."
Li Zheng finally remembered there was a third wheel beside him, and whispered fiercely into Mirel's ear: "When we get back, I'll show you what insubordination means!"
Mirel, stimulated by his breath, shivered with excitement, her cheeks flushed, legs rubbing together impatiently: "Then let's go back quickly! I can hardly wait."
"Alright, let's go!" Li Zheng hugged Mirel and turned to say to Feng Yue: "Follow me."
