"Little Wang, you're pretty capable, carrying a treasure like this with you!"
Deep in the dense forest, Ning Xuan's eyes widened when he saw Wang Ao actually use a scroll to form and project a secret realm into this very spot.
Wang Ao felt the hairs on his neck stand up under Ning Xuan's intense gaze. He hurriedly explained, "This isn't mine. It's a supreme treasure of my family, and it contains a wisp of our ancestor's Divine Soul. Otherwise, with my ability, I couldn't construct and manifest a secret realm even in another hundred years."
"Why are you so nervous? I'm not going to covet it. Little Ao, we're friends, right?" As Ning Xuan spoke, he slung an arm over Wang Ao's shoulders.
Wang Ao glanced at Cheng Dabao, who was still beaming with joy nearby, and immediately nodded. "Yes!"
"Even though your ancestor's Divine Soul is in the scroll, it must still take a toll on you, right? It looks like you've completely drained your Element Force."
