"Something's gone wrong!"
Qin Zhan's expression changed. He had survived in the primeval jungle before and knew what kind of fierce beasts those sounds had carried.
Tang Chuxia felt a bit embarrassed; she must have caused some trouble.
Lin Qingchen patted Tang Chuxia's shoulder: "Don't worry, nothing's the matter!"
In the forest, Lin Qingchen wasn't too worried. After all, he often had to gather herbs for his master and had learned from a young age how to deal with the fierce beasts in the mountains.
Tang Chuxia hummed in acknowledgment, and the old Taoist took out his wine gourd, took a sip, and cheerily reminded Tang Chuxia, "Girl, are you scared? They're just a few blind fools. If they dare come over later, just chop them up and roast them!"
Tang Chuxia was speechless. What time was it, and he was still thinking about eating?
The old monk next to her actually nodded in agreement, "Exactly, that's the spirit!"
