Zhou Leng ate for a full three hours, finally reaching the original stinky tofu stand.
"How was it?" Xu Qingjin asked.
"Satisfying." Zhou Leng replied.
Xu Qingjin laughed happily.
The night breeze was slightly cool, one wearing a skirt, the other shorts, they slowly headed towards Ruda.
Both of them were martial artists, not afraid of the cold,
On the way, Zhou Leng recounted his experience of going to the dwarven world.
As for details about the Eye of the Ancient God and divine texts, due to being spell-bound, he couldn't mention them, only speaking of what he could.
After Zhou Leng finished speaking, Xu Qingjin sighed, "The story of the Flower of High Earth and the Mountain Melting Furnace is really moving. It's such a pity that there were misunderstandings back then; if the divine texts weren't written wrong, how wonderful it would be."
"Yeah, so one must study divine texts well." Zhou Leng replied casually.
