Zheng Xiu activated [inspiration] and gazed at the town below from afar, nestled motionlessly in Yin Qingqing's arms.
Yin Qingqing had guessed the true identity of the little pony, Zheng Er, without any proof, so she didn't think he was acting without reason. The Red King's inscrutable nature was well-known in the Secret Ministry; even now, Yin Qingqing had no idea what Path the Red King walked or what kind of Miracle Technique he wielded.
After watching with narrowed eyes for a while, Zheng Xiu's unblinking gaze finally broke with a blink.
"Phew~"
"CRUNCH!"
The sound of Zheng Xiu letting out a long sigh and the Orange Cat crunching off a piece of fried fish cake rang out simultaneously, instantly softening the tense atmosphere.
"Young Master, you…"
