The stone leg moved?
Jiang Qiao blinked several times.
Just now.
He had noticed the stone leg sway a few times on its own, as if it were cramping. But now it had returned to normal, and no matter how he fiddled with it, there was no response.
"Strange."
Jiang Qiao held the stone leg and rocked it from side to side, then swung it up and down.
It felt pretty good.
Icy cold, yet very smooth.
That was all.
There was neither any Supernatural Aura nor any sign of rule fluctuations. He could not tell what was special about it at all.
"Leg Bro."
"If you're alive, make a noise?"
Jiang Qiao ventured.
There was no response.
"Quit pretending to be dead. Move a few times. If something's wrong, we can talk it out."
"I saw you move."
"Don't play dumb."
Jiang Qiao slapped the stone leg several times.
Still no response.
"Hey?!"
"What's wrong with this thing? It cramped a few times out of nowhere, then went silent again..."
"Let me think."
He began recalling what had happened earlier.
Was it incense smoke?
That blue haze was actually a manifestation of incense smoke. A City God controlled incense smoke and could use it to accomplish all kinds of incredible things—for example, increasing attack power, defense, and perception.
Replenishing supernatural power.
Repairing the body.
Simply put, to a City God, incense smoke could be used as an all-purpose tonic for Supernatural Means.
It could boost anything.
The City God of this Small World just happened to stand high above all others.
There were no powerful enemies either.
The only thing capable of threatening them, the Mountain Ghosts, was still hiding inside Fengyin Mountain and refusing to come out.
So they had accumulated quite a fortune.
See?
They had taken