The blizzard was raging outside.
The cave, however, was sealed.
Chris stood on the edge of the pot, happily eating hotpot.
Suddenly.
She felt something and abruptly turned her head to look.
Gjestastav was still sleeping soundly and unmoving.
Wu Xiaode was restlessly turning in his corner.
Beneath him, the bed made from top-quality Soul Crystals emitted faint vibrations, and some of the Soul Crystals began turning into grey stones.
"Huh? He's actually drawn so much power from these Soul Crystals… what kind of dream is this kid having?"
Chris reluctantly put down her utensils and flew directly over, landing on Wu Xiaode's finger, vigorously rubbing the Holy Treasure Ring.
"Ring Spirit, oh Ring Spirit, you know my relationship with him, let me take something out to help him,"
Chris said to the ring.
A gleam of light flashed through the Holy Treasure Ring—
Clatter clatter clatter!
A huge pile of top-quality Soul Crystals fell out of the ring, burying Wu Xiaode within.
