After what felt like an entire hour of silent hell, the ice around Su Xiaobai finally began to fracture.
Crack… Crack…
BOOM—!
The ice erupted.
Crimson Infernal flames surged from Su Xiaobai's dantian like a pissed-off dragon vomiting dignity, the frost shattered, crystalline shards scattered into the molten rock, and Su Xiaobai was spat out like a divine hairball onto scorching volcanic stone.
He landed face-first in lava-glowing rubble, groaning.
"Fucking finally…"
"Pipi?"
A cheerful squeal echoed.
His eyes snapped open.
"Vile beast, stay the fuck back—!"
He flinched as something warm and wet slapped against his thigh.
It wasn't magma.
It was a Qilin cub, nose twitching, eyes full of joy, tail wagging like it just found its favorite chew toy.
The thing wasn't tiny anymore.
From a distance, it looked palm-sized.
Up close?
One meter long, glowing like a divine furnace with dark emerald fur, and ten times more excited than it should've been.
