The time was 11 pm on May the seventeenth.
Three minutes prior, players had slain the Heavenly Frost Dragon, and they had completely stripped its body, their precision akin to that of a surgeon's scalpel.
Every single scale, every bone, and even every piece of flesh and organ from the pitiful Heavenly Frost Dragon's body had been removed and placed into the players' backpacks.
As for the core crystal within the Heavenly Frost Dragon, Hai Lan had swallowed it whole, and besides that, there were thirteen mother crystals inside its body, which the players also took without exception.
While players from various guilds were busy dividing the colossal creature to place into their backpacks, Jiang Qiao, still in his tombstone state, appeared forgotten, tightly clutched in the hand of the Heavenly Frost Dragon.
As the players were occupied tallying up their spoils of war, Jiang Qiao too was busy counting his... along with the lost Creation Energy.
That's right... lost Creation Energy.
