At dawn the next day, Qiao Sang got up and went into the bathroom to wash up.
Just as she picked up her toothbrush, Xiao Xunbao, the Treasure-seeking Ghost, suddenly appeared next to the mirror.
"Xun Xun!"
Xiao Xunbao excitedly shook the yellow ring held in his short claws.
Qiao Sang was momentarily stunned, glancing unconsciously toward Xiao Xunbao's head.
It was gone...
Qiao Sang took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.
"Did you use Ghost Fire to split the ring into two?" Qiao Sang asked, trembling.
Even though the fact was already before her eyes, some things still needed to be reconfirmed.
It was like a child holding a Tsinghua acceptance letter, and the parents, after having checked it repeatedly, still asked again, "You got into Tsinghua?!"
That was the state of mind Qiao Sang was in now.
