She tilted her small head and looked at her palm. With a single thought, a glistening stream of water, as limpid as a clear spring, emerged from her fingers.
The little water child, Dottie, told her that she could easily manipulate a tiny brooklet with her current cultivation.
However, if she wanted to launch a large attack like what she did last time, she needed to mobilize all the mystic energy in her body. Besides, she would probably exhaust all her mystic energy with that one maneuver.
After rinsing the grapes with the brooklet in her hand, Qiao Mu popped one into her mouth.
The fruit was still fresh and succulent after sitting on Paradise Planet for such a long time. However, they were no longer normal grapes, since they now contained some traces of mystic energy. She could taste a juicy sweetness that directly cooled her heart.
