Li Qiye came back to his senses and slowly walked toward the toad lying on the Dao Platform. He hadn't expected the runaway toad to be lying here, completely still.
"What is this?" Chen Baojiao stared at the Dao Platform before her, momentarily dazed, and muttered to herself.
"Shhh—" Li Shuangyan gently shushed her, gesturing for Chen Baojiao to be quiet. She, too, stared intently at the toad on the Dao Platform. She knew this was the very toad Li Qiye had been relentlessly pursuing, the one he had chased for hundreds of thousands of miles without success.
Li Qiye stepped onto the Dao Platform, yet the toad remained completely motionless. A thumb-sized seed was perched on its forehead. The seed wasn't very conspicuous; it was pitch-black and covered in barbs.
"Little guy, look what kind of treasure you've found." At this moment, Li Qiye finally understood why the toad hadn't fled. The problem lay with the seed perched on its head.
