Two months later, on Blood Bone Island.
The autumn air was crisp, and a gentle sea breeze swept through.
Under the nourishment of Tier Four Middle Grade Spirit Veins, the island's Spiritual Qi became even more dense, and even the island's flowers, grasses, and trees appeared exceptionally lush and vibrant.
Xu Ping, who was guarding Duan Shuang, suddenly sensed a familiar aura fluctuation and couldn't help but smile slightly.
A quarter of an hour later.
"Master!"
The figure of the Water Lake Mouse appeared at the entrance of the cave, with a fawning smile on its face.
After a period of training among the Golden Spirit Mouse clan, its aura had become more solid, clearly having gained quite a bit.
"The Little Mouse finally figured out why the Golden Spirit Mouse clan had friction with another demon beast race, and it's becoming more intense."
