Lu Yuan ignored Xiaotian's request.
Seeing Lu Yuan's silence, Xiaotian stubbornly pleaded, "Hehehe, Boss, how about this? When we get close to your friends, you can put me down then?"
Lu Yuan finally responded, "That could work. I didn't expect a Brother Pingtou like you to be so concerned with your image."
Xiaotian grinned, chuckling twice, and said proudly, "Hey, at the very least, I'm a Brother Pingtou who can talk."
"True. I've seen my share of talking Xingzi and Demon Beasts. But you're the first I've met who can talk before his fur has even fully grown in." It was hard to tell from Lu Yuan's tone whether he was praising or teasing.
"Young Master, where are you?" The retainers shouted, holding torches as they searched halfway up the mountain.
"This is all your fault. You shared a tent with the Young Master and still slept like a log," one of the retainers complained.
