Mingxiao turned his head, shifted his chubby body slightly, and said, "It's nothing."

Shi Lan put down the stone and sat down on the stone platform, saying, "Haoze hasn't returned yet?"

Mingxiao shook his head repeatedly and said very decisively, "No."

Shi Lan tilted her head, thought for a while, and said, "I don't know why, but I always feel like Haoze has come back."

Mingxiao stared wide-eyed in astonishment and asked, "What do you think? What do you think?"

Shi Lan said, "I can smell his scent."

Mingxiao looked up, sniffed the air, and said, "No, there's no smell at all."

Shi Lan rolled her eyes. "I said smell is a feeling, it can only be understood but not explained."

Mingxiao blinked and said, "You're mistaken. The master really hasn't returned yet."

Shi Lan was a little worried, "Haoze hasn't come back for so long, has something happened to him?"

Mingxiao hesitated, glancing back at the spot he had been looking at, and said uncertainly, "Even if something unexpected happens, we should... be fine."

Shi Lan nodded in agreement. In her mind, Haoze was a lofty and powerful deity, and she thought there was nothing that could stump him.

Mingxiao turned his head and asked, "Do you want to rest for a while, or do a mission?"

Shi Lan shook her head and said, "I want to rest for a while. My nose was almost ruined by the fumes in the last world. I don't know where to go next, so I'd better stay here and cultivate properly."

“Alright,” Mingxiao raised its claws, about to cast a spell, but after thinking for a moment, it turned around, waved its hand in the distance, and conjured a futon.

Shi Lan looked somewhat lazily at the scene a dozen steps away, "Why make it so far?"

Mingxiao said, "The spiritual energy is stronger over there."

That explanation is so perfunctory.

Shi Lan muttered to herself as she got up, then slumped over and sat cross-legged on the ground.

The Chaos Technique circulated rapidly within her body. Shi Lan was currently in a divine soul state, enveloped in a faint golden light, giving her an air of aloof dignity.

Mingxiao lay prone at a distance, glancing at her, then at the faintly visible figure deep within the mist, feeling as if he had been transported back ten thousand years. (To be continued.)