Zhou Leng glanced at the grandmaster's training equipment under the tree, was about to practice but gave up after looking down.
If I exert too much force, my intestines and liver might burst out.
Can't despise the power of the divine spirit like this.
Picked out some familiar medicinal fruits and ate a few, just about to leave, Huang woke up.
Huang tilted its head in confusion, looking at the ground, perfectly smooth.
Looked at the tree trunk, spotlessly clean.
Its head seemed to have returned to normal.
Huang gazed at the dense snowflake-like leaves, suddenly sniffed, eyes sweeping over the row of Divine Text Golden Pages under the tree, excitedly lowered its head, sniffing and wagging its tail as it walked quickly.
Soon, it dug dirt, made a pit, and ran up to Zhou Leng with a golden page in its mouth, eyes narrowed into slits, wagging its tail like it could beat a drum.
Zhou Leng petted Huang's head while reading the new golden page.
