Holding Yan Wushuang in his arms, Ye Wuheng slowly walked onto the wooden bridge, gazing into the distance.
"Sigh~"
Ye Wuheng let out a light sigh.
"It's been almost two years since I came to this world. I wonder where the master is now, how the cultivation is progressing. I really miss them..."
"Godfather, river... fish..."
Yan Wushuang's tender voice rang out from Ye Wuheng's arms, raising her chubby little hand to point at the river surface.
Ye Wuheng looked in the direction she pointed and smiled, "Shuang'er, your mother has already made fish soup for you. Let's keep this fish for now and not catch it..."
"Awoo~ Awoo~"
"Waaah~"
A beast's roar frightened Yan Wushuang to tears.
"Wushuang, don't be afraid. Godfather will take care of it and cook it into meat for you."
After Ye Wuheng's reassurance, Yan Wushuang stopped crying.
"Godfather, beat it... cook meat... I eat..."
"Hehe!"
"Godfather will go beat it now..."