Chapter 115

Late at night, all was silent. During this period, the little Yulang had been following the Night Wanderer on patrols, roaming the paths of yin and yang. From trembling in fear at the start to now moving with ease, the little one had adapted remarkably fast.

But tonight, after returning from walking the yin paths, the little Yulang didn't look so good—and he smelled horrible.

"You reek! Don't even bother waiting for hot water. Go hang yourself on a tree branch overnight to air out!" The Night Wanderer, pinching his nose in disgust, waved him off.

The little Yulang's eyes welled up with tears, ready to cry.

"You're back. What's the—oh... ugh!" Situ Jing approached, lantern in hand, but before he could finish his sentence, the stench nearly knocked him out.