A return gift...
What's there to be polite about?
All those "scraps" piled up in that subspace—just give him eight or ten crates, and wouldn't that settle this small favor?
Wang Jixuan lay in the Stone Coffin and couldn't help yawning. Number Five had already leaned over beside him to look.
"How do we do this?"
"You can rest directly," Number Five said. Her voice was crisp and pleasant, but her expression was utterly cold.
It made Wang Jixuan wonder whether she had two personalities—one lively and active, the other noble and aloof.
"Can I trust you?"
"Just as I trust you."
"Fine." Daoist Wang slowly closed his eyes, adopting an "if you're here, make the best of it" attitude as he pretended to fall asleep.
Of course, he couldn't actually fall asleep right away!
The most basic vigilance was still necessary.
Light and shadows shifted around him. Number Five activated the Stone Coffin, and streams of warmth gathered from every direction.
The spire trembled faintly.
The vast number of crystal cores buried beneath the spire's foundation, the reserve crystal cores hidden throughout the subspace, and some rare spiritual minerals that naturally emitted spiritual energy were all contributing a little spiritual energy at this moment.
Faint Light Spots converged toward the spire;
The floating Stone Slab in the workshop glowed like a breathing light, brightening and dimming rhythmically as more and more spiritual energy gathered toward it.
The warm currents flowing into Wang Jixuan's body grew from streams into a small river;
What a fortunate opportunity!
Wang Jixuan immediately perked up. He struggled up from lying flat, then sat cross-legged and entered meditation.
A black-gray skirt drifted past, and a fair, slender jade-like leg stepped into the Stone Coffin.
Number Five frowned at Wang Jixuan. "You're not lying down?"
"Hm?"