Qiao Xixi wanted to find a place to rest, but the forest behind her was pitch-black. There was no telling what dangers lurked in the darkness.
She didn't act rashly. Kunlin was still unconscious anyway. If worse came to worst, she could just use the Long-tongued Vine to build a makeshift shelter for the night.
With this in mind, Qiao Xixi found a nearby spot and took the Long-tongued Vine out from her spatial storage.
Qiao Xixi dug a pit in the ground and buried the fruit of the Long-tongued Vine. Soon, having absorbed the power of the earth, the vine sprouted a tender green shoot.
The tender shoot swayed and tapped against Qiao Xixi's hand. She couldn't help but feel the thing was sentient.
"I have to spend the night in this godforsaken place. I'm counting on you."
After its tender green leaves brushed against her fingertips, the vine grew rapidly, transforming into a sturdy shelter in the blink of an eye.
