"What's going on? An ice sphere giveaway?" Han Qiwu stayed on high alert.
Pies don't fall from the sky.
And certainly not spheres either.
There's definitely something fishy going on!
"Little Spark, go check it out. Be careful."
"Chirp chirp."
Freshly fed on misty berries, Little Spark reassured him there was no problem—as long as the master remembered everything it had done for the family.
And preferably gave it more berries, please!
Flapping its wings, Little Spark zipped toward the upper ceiling of the mining layer.
"Flutter flutter."
In the silent mining layer, the sounds of its wings echoed alone.
Just as Little Spark approached the cluster of frozen ice spheres, ready to grab one with its beak—
a rock behind it abruptly began to move, lunging straight at Little Spark.
"Move, quick!"
Han Qiwu shouted an urgent warning.
He had known it wouldn't be that simple!
