She mentally sent greetings to the other person's ancestors up to the eighteenth generation.
She refused to believe she couldn't handle this guy.
The branches crackled in the firelight, and under the dim glow, she unfastened the cord holding the pendant.
A sinister smile curled at the corners of her mouth.
With a whooshing sound, the Crystal Pendant fell into the fire.
Not afraid of water, huh?
Then let's see how you like being roasted!
Throughout the night, a busy figure tirelessly kept going.
Occasionally adding firewood to make the blaze roar.
She waited all night until dawn, but nothing happened.
No cries for help or for mercy, nor did the familiar silhouette emerge.
Cheng Xiaoxiao felt a jolt of anxiety—could it really have burned?
Though she knew anything the system produced was top-notch, after burning it the whole night, there was no indication if it was still intact.
Thinking of this, she quickly stirred the fire with a stick.
