Xia City, Political Hall
Upon returning, Xia Hong immediately released the Cold Ruins Tripod.
Without waiting for a call, Li Xuanling quickly walked to the Cold Ruins Tripod and sat down cross-legged, obediently feeling the situation in her abdomen.
"I haven't ignited it, don't be in a hurry!"
With a slight movement of his mind, Xia Hong injected system coal resources into the Cold Ruins Tripod, and a great fire instantly rose within, quickly increasing the temperature around them.
Hiss...…
At the moment the great fire rose inside the tripod, a faint burning sound was immediately emitted from Li Xuanling's body, gradually intensifying and causing a pained expression to slowly appear on her face.
"How is it, can you endure it?"
Seeing the painful expression on Li Xuanling's face, Xia Hong's expression immediately became tense, ready at any moment to extinguish the Cold Ruins Tripod.
