"Little Jade Mouse."
Upon hearing this, Lin Caisang immediately turned her gaze to Sui Zimo.
Sui Zimo quickly took the little jade mouse out of his bag, but when he placed the little creature in his palm, he found it had turned into a real jade figure.
"Zimo, what happened to it?"
Lin Changhong looked at the jade-turned little mouse and tapped it lightly on the head a few times, but there was still no response.
"Is it asleep, or did it lose too much spiritual blood and faint?" he asked.
They had used the little jade mouse before; spiritual blood was one component, among others they had used, but none of them had ever directly caused the little mouse to turn into a jade sculpture.
Had it discovered something he did not know about?
"Could it be we bullied it too much earlier? Were we in such a hurry that it got too exhausted?" Yuan Jue also walked over and asked.
He looked at the tiny jade mouse—could it really have been bullied too harshly by them?
