After Du Yu and Yao Muzi confirmed the return flight for 7 a.m. tomorrow morning, he was settled into the guesthouse.
Even with a bit of leisure time, Du Yu simply couldn't stay idle.
Lying on the bed, he admired the Mountain and Sea Bell emerging in his palm for a moment, then his figure vanished without a trace.
"Rumble rumble..."
As Du Yu appeared, thunder rumbled above the dark clouds.
Du Yu quickly descended, while a Jia Rong Grass leaf swiftly stretched over, carrying a string of Jia Rong Grass fruit, and shoved them into Du Yu's mouth in passing.
"Mmm, thanks." Du Yu got his mouth stuffed full of fruit as he plummeted toward the mountaintop.
In the grass, a male lion let out a roar, awakening its three companions.
It was obvious that the Yue Mountain Lions had a strong ability to adapt.
And within a short period, the four Yue Mountain Lions had already formed a small group and started dividing up the work and keeping watch.
