On the following day, as the sky had just grown light, Lu Zixun had already climbed up from his bed.
Due to the time peculiarities, nights in the Crimson Land were extraordinarily long.
That night, Lu Zixun had slept quite comfortably.
Outside the tent, members of the Teeth Wolf Clan had already gathered, standing by in strict formation, ready to depart at any moment.
"Are we not leaving yet?"
Lu Zixun raised his paw to greet Lang Qianxing and appeared unchanged, as if nothing had happened the previous day.
Lang Qianxing looked at Lu Zixun, hesitated as if he wanted to say something, but ended up just nodding: "Mm."
"Are we waiting for someone else? Uncle Turtle?"
Looking around and not hearing the voice of the Lingyang Turtle, Lu Zixun asked.
"He's here, let's go."
As Lu Zixun asked this question, Lingyang Turtle walked out of the tent with his walking stick.
