The sky gradually became dark.
Ye Lingchen stopped cultivating and glanced at Little White, who by then was still attacking the dead bird.
It was Little White's first kill after all. At that moment, its eyes were full of excitement as it jumped around the pheasant's body and enjoyed itself to the fullest.
"Get up, jump! Hahaha, I killed you with one slap."
Little White felt exhilarated like a victorious general.
Ye Lingchen did not pay much attention to the feline. He frowned and checked his body. Innate inner force was more difficult to compress, and the struggle would only increase as he progressed. Like a spring, there was not much resistance when first attempting to compress it. However, once he reached the bottom, the effort he had to expend would multiply exponentially.
