Sunset and moonrise.

Starlight filled the backyard of the Taoist temple.

Qin Luo opened his eyes and said softly, "Junior Sister, Junior Brother, it's getting late, go and rest."

Goodnight, senior brother.

Ziyue and Jinyan bowed to him.

The little dumpling was still perched on his shoulder. Qin Luo didn't disturb its sleep and took it back to his room to rest.

The next day, early morning.

The little dumpling woke up in Qin Luo's arms.

"Boss, I knew you were good to me."

Qin Luo pinched its tuft of hair and shook it. "Don't fight anymore. I don't want to see you get beaten to death."

"Boss, I can't not go, the girls will laugh at me, it'll be so embarrassing. Can you help me call?"

"not good."

"Boss, I'm leaving."

"Um."

Qin Luo loosened its tuft of hair.

The little dumpling looked back every few steps as it walked.

Qin Luo ignored it, got up and left the room, leaving the little dumpling with no choice but to bite the bullet and go to fight.

Half an hour later.

A snow-white figure crashed into the Dragon Tiger Temple.

The little dumpling endured the pain and stood up, limping as it moved its body across the ground.

Children who came to offer incense with their parents spotted the little dumpling and rushed over to watch. Jin Yan noticed the seriously injured little dumpling, and he transformed into a blur to rescue her.

"Senior brother, the little titmouse you raised."

Jin Yan held the dying little dumpling in his arms.

Qin Luo took the little dumpling and gently stroked its feathers, nourishing it with his gentle spiritual energy. "You actually dared to fight the golden eagle? You really don't know what's good for you."

Ordinary tits aren't even enough to fill a golden eagle's teeth, so it's quite remarkable that the little dumpling could fight a golden eagle twice and still come back alive. With a determined look in its eyes, the little dumpling said, "Boss, I kicked it twice this time, and next time I'm going to pluck its feathers."

"No wonder you sprained your ankle."

Qin Luo straightened the little dumpling's feet.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"

The little dumpling screamed its heart out.

Qin Luo couldn't help but roll his eyes. "If you're afraid of pain, why did you go and fight the golden eagle? Is saving face that important?"

The little dumpling didn't answer; it had fallen into a deep sleep. Qin Luo rubbed its head and placed it on his shoulder.

He looked up at the sky.

The golden eagle was circling around the Dragon and Tiger Temple.

Noticing Qin Luo's gaze, the golden eagle's eyes filled with fear. It dared not approach the Dragon Tiger Temple and could only leave.