The three of them returned to the inn late at night. The winter nights were cold, the chill seeping into their bones. They hadn't eaten all day and were genuinely hungry.
As they say, skipping a meal leaves you starving. Coughs and sneezes can be hidden, but a growling stomach cannot.
Shen Yanli sighed, holding her stomach and frowning, thinking it could have growled earlier or later, but it had to be now.
Mo Bai chuckled quietly, "Master, should I get you something to eat?"
Shen Yanli looked at him. Mo Bai was still young. Compared to when he became the Demon Lord, he now had a youthful touch, like a fresh green apple full of fragrance.
"Well..." Shen Yanli pondered how to maintain her lofty image but was interrupted by Zeng Qi, who patted Mo Bai on the shoulder with a laugh, "Little brother, to be honest, I'm really hungry too. Could you get something for your master and me?"
"Master?" Mo Bai, like a loyal little dog, still asked Shen Yanli for permission.
