As long as one works hard, an iron rod can be ground into a needle. Xiao Xian, who deeply believed in this principle, searched for a full three days at the northern foot of Changbai Mountain and found absolutely nothing.
"Zhou Ziang, are you sure what you said is correct? Can that big dog really smell Spiritual Energy? Make it stop running," in the snowy mountains, Xiao Xian's Spiritual Power was depleted surprisingly fast. Fortunately, she could still absorb some Spiritual Energy at night; otherwise, relying solely on some sweet potatoes and potatoes, she really couldn't hold on.
The White Spirit Mastiff seemed more thrilled to be taken out for a walk than actually looking for someone.
