"Thank you, Brother Lin, for taking care of me these days. I will never forget it."
Indeed, Yun Yao's true nature is still that of a daring and gallant figure, never shying away from her actions; all her previous demeanor was merely a giant stone weighing down on her heart.
"Mr. Yun, you're too kind."
Within the pavilion, Yun Yao smiled openly, raising her tea as a substitute for wine to toast him.
Meanwhile, the Cyan-Horned Bull by the side spun its large copper bell-like eyes, looking at Yun Yao in a flattering manner, while still chewing on Spirit Grass.
Witnessing this scene, Yun Yao gave a sweet smile, then took out a Spirit Fruit from her storage bag to feed the Cyan-Horned Bull.
"Brother Lin, this time my life is entirely owed to you."
Yun Yao suddenly pulled out seven or eight storage bags from the side of her high boots, making Lin Chang'an widen his eyes in surprise.
Whoever taught her this habit, ingeniously concealed storage bags here, and the quantity...
