Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.
During the day, Li Yuan was still incredibly excited.
Because after his relentless efforts, Little Yellow finally agreed to let him ride it.
But by nightfall, he frowned.
Late at night, he ventured out of the mountains as usual, but before he even left Little Ink Mountain, he heard a commotion in the distance: crying, screams, shouts, the sound of heavy objects being smashed, and the clash of weapons…
These sounds drifted indistinctly on the cold winter wind, making the night seem to boil, intensely noisy and filled with panic.
"What's suddenly happening?"
Li Yuan stared blankly for a while, a sense of foreboding flashing through his mind, and quickened his pace towards home.
But upon reaching Little Ink Village, he found a group of people
