Fang Qingyu's casual remark, "What is the most valuable thing?"
was like a small pebble thrown into a chaotic, desperate mire, causing a ripple that was brief and peculiar.
In the chaotic campsite, the rushing stretchers, the piercing alarms, and the desperate wails seemed to have been suddenly muted.
Jiang Wei paused with a lollipop in her mouth.
Her clear eyes blinked, then she fell into a state of deep contemplation.
Her small eyebrows knitted slightly, as if searching for a specific label in the vast sea of ancient memories.
Qin Hui, Qi Hao, and the others only reacted belatedly, their eyes widening in surprise, all looking towards Fang Qingyu, their expressions as if they had seen a ghost.
"Qing... Qingzi?!" Qin Hui's voice cracked, pointing towards the direction of the force field entrance that looked like the giant maw of an abyss, his tongue stumbling, "You... you're not talking about... that thing that can swallow the peak of Profound in one gulp, are you?!"
