The sound of the Divine Cauldron Spirit's breakdown finally quieted down.
Xuan Chu wiped the blood from his mouth. This world seems quite backward at a first glance.
But surprisingly, the evil creatures and Artifact Spirits here are not easy to deal with.
"I shouldn't mess with your head, meaning this little Jade Tripod is just a fragment of the whole."
Xuan Chu immediately began to work, continuing to tap on the stone wall that had encased the Jade Tripod earlier.
Mo Zhi glanced in the direction of the Dragon Spirit, then at Xuan Chu's side, feeling that Xuan Chu might need her help more.
However, the prior burning sensation on her hand from the Jade Tripod left Mo Zhi feeling somewhat apprehensive.
"Mr. Xuan, do you need my help?"
Xuan Chu turned to look at Mo Zhi, who had an earnest expression but a face full of fear.
Suddenly, he was at a loss for words; anyone who reads expressions wouldn't think Mo Zhi, with her scared demeanor, could be of any help.
