"Go back to what? The trouble with my clan can't be solved. There's no point in me going back." The black-furred lion-man released him with a sigh.
He was over two meters tall, and standing next to the 1.8-meter-tall Mingde, the difference in their build was so vast they looked like an adult and a child.
"I thought you'd gone back already. The last time I ran into Dong Hao and the others at Qingle Square Market, they said they hadn't seen you in a while."
Mingde and the black-furred lion-man seemed to be good friends. They stood together and began chatting endlessly in hushed tones.
Lin Hui stood to the side. Mingde had only given a simple introduction of his name, and that was it.
He decided to just eat the chilled white fungus soup the stall owner served, waiting for his teacher and his friend to finish their conversation.
As he ate, he observed the man who was still kowtowing repeatedly on the ground.
