Ye Qiu sat in the orchard carved out by the Little Wood Spirit, holding the Chaos Pearl in his hand. He studied it for half a day and still couldn't figure out how Qingling had activated it in the past.
"Little Wood Spirit, come take a look." Ye Qiu carelessly tossed the Chaos Pearl to it. As long as the item wasn't in Qingling's hands, he was indifferent about it, and it was merely a bit regrettable that he couldn't use it.
"Such a strange aura." The Little Wood Spirit held the white pearl, sniffing and touching it from left to right, but ultimately, it also couldn't draw any conclusions.
Ye Qiu had no choice but to put away this heaven-defying object.
"Let's go, Little Wood Spirit, I'll take you to a good place." Ten years had passed, and that kid from Medicine Valley had been persistently writing to him every year. It was time to pay him a visit.
