After all the chaos with the silver bird, time powers, and strange truths… Su Jiyai could only sigh.
She looked at the stubborn bird still clinging to Qin Feng and muttered, "Fine. Do what you want. Let's just sleep already."
Qin Feng nodded. "Yeah… we all need rest."
Xi Ping didn't say anything, but her face clearly screamed: What even happened today?
Soon, the four of them reached a small cave by the hill. There were barely any good spots to sleep, just some flat stones, cold dirt, and mossy walls. Definitely not luxury living.
The bird didn't care at all. He quickly hopped onto Qin Feng's shoulder and snuggled into his neck with a soft yawn. "Night night, Dad…"
Qin Feng sighed but let the bird stay.
He laid down on one side. Su Jiyai, still in her disguise form as a teenage boy, lay next to him and snuggled a little closer, since it was cold.
Xi Ping sat on the other side, her eyes twitching.
