"I'm not hungry unless Uncle wants to eat. Then I just go with it," replied Fu Xie Lan.
"I was afraid you would get sick, kid."
"No need to think about it, Uncle. Trust me, I'll be fine," Fu Xie Lan replied.
"Are you sure?"
Hearing that, Fu Xie Lan immediately nodded.
"Okay then, shall we go now?"
"It's up to Uncle," Fu Xie Lan replied.
"Ehem, let's go," said the middle-aged man walking first.
Fu Xie Lan did not respond and just followed behind, while Hao, the little fluffy creature seemed to be curled up lazily on her shoulder.
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Out of the inn, Master Liu and Fu Xie Lan walked towards the gate. The people around the door seemed to be less than before.
The sun slowly rose to follow its axis, seeing the gate that was already very close to her, Fu Xie Lan was stunned for a few seconds. The tree carvings on the side of the door look more alive when viewed during the day than at night.