One month later, beneath the Bell Tower.
Seven people gathered here, making their final preparations. Wang Rong and the others, who did not plan to break through, also came to see them off. Brother Fatty hopped from one shoulder of Immortal Jiuru and Immortal Changsheng to the other, squeaking anxiously, full of worries.
Immortal Changsheng comforted him by stroking his head, "With auntie accompanying us, everything will be fine. We will be back soon."
"Exactly, do you like the mother squirrel from the Soul Realm? I'll bring one back for you," Immortal Jiuru also said with a smile.
"Squeak squeak!"
Brother Fatty swung its paws frantically and hopped onto the jade balustrade with a huff, yet ultimately could not bear to leave and turned its head back to watch eagerly.
Seeing its genuine emotion, the two also felt a bit sentimental.
