Yan Luoluo lay lazily on a giant boulder, a blade of grass dangling between her lips, gazing at the colorful clouds drifting across the sky of the Realm of Time. Mo Bai was still diligently grilling skewers, the rich aroma of which tempted the surrounding demonic beasts to stir restlessly. Strangely, however, they seemed to be holding themselves back, careful not to swarm the place.
"Strange..." Mo Bai frowned. "Logically speaking, these other ancient ferocious beasts should have lunged at us long ago. Why are they acting like they are waiting for something now?"
Hearing this, the corners of Yan Luoluo's mouth curved up slightly into a cunning smile. "Because they know the real 'boss' hasn't arrived yet."
Chapter 32