Fan Zhuo raised an eyebrow and said: "If that's the case, count me in as well."
Qiao Chu's face broke into a wide smile.
"You mean it?"
"Of course." Fan Zhuo nodded and he turned to Jun Wu Xie. "Little Xie, you are not a lost orphan from the Twelve Palaces. Why are you involved in this?"
Jun Wu Xie raised her eyes and replied calmly: "To go home."
Fan Zhuo gave a look of utter confusion.
Jun Wu Xie suddenly raised her hand and a mist appeared before her fingers, gradually coalescing at a spot beside her, forming into the shape of a tiny figure.
"MEH!!" Lord Meh Meh who had plopped lazily at the side without making a single sound suddenly stood up upon seeing the figure start to form up, its eyes brilliantly lit up!
[So… FRAGRANT!]
