On that day, the sun shone brightly in the sky, but it did little to warm the heavy atmosphere on the training grounds.
Xu Yajie’s face was as pale as paper, his eyes filled with panic and despair.
The Force Duck quietly took two steps back, sensing the tension in the air.
The vast training area was filled only with the sound of water dripping down, alongside the frequent cries of a little creature: "Xun! Xun! Xun!"
The little treasure spirit, which had been invisible until now, suddenly appeared, rolling around playfully above Qiao Sang’s head and laughing joyously.
Qiao Sang didn’t have enough space for it to roll fully, so as it rolled outwards, it stabilized itself and floated in the air.
That wasn’t all; once steady, the little treasure spirit looked at Zheng Baolong, still dripping wet, and pointed at him with its tiny claws, bursting into laughter again.
"Xun! Xun! Xun!"
Everyone's gaze turned to Zheng Baolong, the tension palpable… On the surface, Qiao Sang looked calm, but inside, a storm of thoughts was churning.