Dimming the nine dragons chariot, which was dazzling and noisy, Ji Hao and tens of thousands of elite warriors quietly landed in Yao Mountain City.
The Yao Mountain City was preparing for a war at full stretch. But once Ji Hao returned, the tense atmosphere was eased instantly. Ji Xia walked over with a large group of clansmen while laughing out loud, then punched Ji Hao’s chest a few times with his wine-pot-sized fist.
"Ji Hao’s back! Hah! You lost weight, but your skin is not darkened though. Well, these years have been dark without sunshine. You can’t tan your skin even if you want to!" Grabbing Ji Hao’s shoulders with both hands, Ji Xia carefully looked at his face, then quickly glimpsed at the lower bellies of Man Man and Shaosi. He gave a long sigh and continued, "Eh, did you come back by yourselves? I don’t see new faces!"
What new faces? Ji Hao dropped his face. Grabbing Shermie’s neck, he threw him into Ji Xia’s arms.