Loa rummaged through his Space Ring and took out the two Jade Boxes.
They had been sitting unused all this time, but today they finally came in handy. He carefully placed the two Fire Dragon Hearts in separate boxes, putting each Magic Crystal Core away with its corresponding heart. The ninth-rank Fire Dragon's Magic Crystal Core still felt warm in his hand, and he could faintly sense the fire elements flowing inside.
He closed the lids and returned the boxes to his ring.
Now he could finally deliver what he owed Wot. Giving Wot the materials from a ninth-rank Fire Dragon would be quite a favor. Ninth-rank Magic Crystal Cores started at five million on the market and were exceedingly scarce. He would have to ask Wot to refine the other set as well, to give Bob a surprise. Hopefully, the medicinal power of the Heart of Flame would help Bob break through to seventh-rank warrior in one go.
After being stuck at the sixth rank for so many years, Bob actually wanted to advance further too, but his talent had held him back, and he had never succeeded. Loa would give him a push!
Loa pushed open the window.
The street outside had already come alive. Vegetable vendors' cries, children chasing one another, and the hammering from the blacksmith's mingled together. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with air tinged with the smoke and bustle of everyday life. It was a little rough, but pleasant.
It had been a long time.
He turned to look at Wangcai's bed.
The big purple dog was curled into a ball, sleeping soundly and snoring rhythmically. Its tail twitched now and then, and there was no telling what it was dreaming about.
Loa walked over, raised his hand, and rapped it