669 Fragrant Ink Pill

You Huangning waited for the others to leave before he left the room as the final occupant. Lowering his head, a greenish-brown ball of fur emerged from his sleeve. The ball of fur leapt up effortlessly onto You Huangning's shoulder. As the sun in the sky slowly disappeared, the air felt chillier, since dusk was approaching.

"Tao Wu, are we getting old?" You Huangning's face was crestfallen. "Back in the days when all the tribes had migrated from Jiutian Shidi, those juniors who saw us would greet us as seniors. I still remember when we tried to stall more time for them, a total of 70 of us stayed behind. I was the only one who emerged alive. Even you almost died when you were sliced at the waist, and then when the tribe chose a permanent resident, it was us who fought tooth and nail for it. I've given my life to the tribe. They said that I've done them a great service and contributed most of my life to them."