On the first day of vacation, Han Fei was sleeping in his hut. He had crafted five ultra-quality spiritual weapons and sealed souls in them the previous night.
He worked for half a night and even practiced the 108 Desolate God Body once before he finally went to bed.
After he slept for only an hour, Han Fei was woken up by Wu Xiaoxiao's cute voice.
Han Fei heaved a helpless sigh. Some girls had cute voices but unremarkable faces, which was a suffering. He had personally learned that lesson.
Han Fei craned his head. "What are you yelling for? I'm still sleeping!"
Wu Xiaoxiao cried, "Captain! Not good! Someone stole the creatures to be sealed that we caught!"
Han Fei rubbed his eyes. "They weren't stolen at all. My senior took them away last night. Your weapons will be given to you in a couple of days."
"Huh?"
Wu Xiaoxiao's eyes bulged. "Are you serious?"
