Late at night, Chu Mu stood alone by the lake in the valley.
The lake water flowed down from the mountain and then through an underground river to the outside world. A few days ago, the entire lake was red, but now it has become much clearer.
Chu Mu looked at the sparkling lake water with a gradually bewildered gaze. After returning to the clan, he was easily reminded of many things and naturally enjoyed sitting alone...
"Chu Mu, why aren't you resting?" A gentle voice came from beside Chu Mu.
Chu Mu knew who had come, and a faint smile appeared on his face: "This is resting for me."
"Have your soul pets recovered? You recently fought an entire tribe." Chu Qian walked slowly to Chu Mu's side and spoke softly.
"Not yet; the higher the level of soul pets, the slower they recover their physical and combat strength." Chu Mu shook his head.
