Siheng had already approached, holding her hand.
With a worried expression, he asked, "Are you okay?"
Nanli's face was slightly pale, but she shook her head gently. "Just a bit tired."
Beneath them lay fragments of spirit stones.
She had used up her last bag of spirit stones.
It showed just how powerful that talisman had been.
Siheng's heart was already in turmoil, his breath stuck in his throat. He said, "You should rest for a while."
He had already come to a realization—he could help the little babe fully absorb two-tenths of the power of chaos.
Nanli sat by the side, watching Siheng busy himself.
The little babe, having absorbed some power of chaos, had grown larger. Its horns were longer, and its fur had become denser and glossier.
It let out a howl to the sky. While it couldn't shake the entire North Wilderness, the creatures of the surrounding forest heard it and were thoroughly intimidated.