"Eh, what's this?" The Cold Pond was depleted, yet the yin energy still lingered. Her sharp eyes spotted a small, faintly glowing white stone at the bottom of the pit. Originally concealed beneath the water's surface, the stone now revealed its true form.
She was no seven- or eight-year-old girl with a habit of touching unknown objects, so she flipped her Tusk Dagger around and prodded the stone gently with the handle.
Dammit, this thing feels soft, and it moves! When pressed by a hard object, it actually trembles slightly.
This is a living thing.
Ning Xiaoxian, suppressing a sense of weirdness, took it into the God Demon Prison. Placed at the bottom of the Cold Pond, an object kept with the Cold Devouring Fish must be extraordinary; she left it to Changtian to study in detail later.
With the task completed, the group returned on the same path. With their considerable gains, their mood was less tense than before, and even Tu Jin's steps were lighter.
