The Cricket Dragons were truly effective. In just ten short days, they had already finished sorting the Yang Thunder inside that box.
Though the portions they sorted out were rather balls-aching—the largest portion was ten times the smallest, with all sizes and varieties mixed together, and not a single one meeting any standard.
At least they had been separated.
And the consumption had been minimal. That was what Wang Wu had asked for.
"What do you plan to do next? With them divided like this, it would be a miracle if those three hundred Three Calamities Long Sails could even operate."
Qing Xue came to Wang Wu's side. The little spiritual dragon Qing Luo had already recovered completely, though she no longer dared to leap about and had obediently gone to perch on the mast.
Wang Wu raised his head and glanced at Qing Xue. For some reason, he felt that she seemed especially radiant today, brimming with vitality and looking exceptionally captivating. He had no idea what had happened.
After all, this had only happened once before—in the Great Desolation Sin Prison Tower.
"You seem very happy. Did something good happen?"
Wang Wu asked with a smile. Qing Xue in this state was something he cherished. It was not simply affection between a man and a woman, nor was it merely desire. It was like sitting on a balcony beneath the most pleasant daylight, feeling the evening breeze, drinking with a few close friends and eating barbecue. In the distance, he could hear cars traveling along the road. Nearby, it was not quiet either: children were noisily playing, women were chatting about gossip. Yet it all felt especially real, because he could feel that he truly possessed all of it.
Yes. Qing Xue gave him the feeling of forever