"Spirit painting, unfinished anime, Tuantuan's culinary creations, Chen Mo, and my companions..."
In its final moments, many scenes flashed in the mind of the Snow Sea Spirit.
From its birth until now, it had been less than half a year, and Chen Mo along with other Spiritual Beasts were its entire world.
The days spent together were joyous for it.
Unfortunately, Lord Bing Feng cannot continue to accompany you...
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Chen Mo was still on the road, riding a horse.
At this moment, he was less than 5 kilometers away from Phoenix Snow Mountain.
Feeling the rapidly weakening aura of the little blue bird, he was anxious and worried.
"What is this stupid bird doing! Why show off at such a critical time?"
The next moment, he seemed to sense something, so he looked up.
Only to see a silver snowfall drifting in the night sky over Phoenix Snow Mountain.
