The tiny treasure-seeking spirit floated toward the courtyard, following a smell that caught its attention.
Qiao Sang stood up and followed closely behind, curious about what kind of fragrance could pique the interest of the little spirit.
By the corner, the contract beast with ears like flowing water immediately sensed someone approaching.
In the next moment, a pair of bubbles hanging from its nostrils burst.
One of them leapt aside, vanishing into the water splashed out by a spark attack, completely disappearing.
If one looked closely, they would notice that the small puddle of water had grown slightly larger than before.
"Xun?"
The little treasure-seeking spirit stopped.
Huh? Where did the smell go?
Unwilling to give up, it picked up speed, floating outside the courtyard and sniffing around.
"Xun..."
It tilted its head, looking a bit confused.
It really was gone...
Qiao Sang joined the little spirit, scanning the area.
Aside from the fifteen Flame Listening Dogs, there was nothing else.