Within the system space, that was as beautiful as a dream, where the mist of spiritual energy coiled and wrapped around them, and scents of blooming flowers filled the air. The place was laden with fruits, with lotus flowers blooming on the ponds, and spiritual cranes flying overhead. It was like a Fairyland untouched by the worldliness of the Mortal World that people would not bear to leave once they entered.
Upon feeling Shen Qingcong enter the space, the little snow weasel pounced on her immediately.
Using its chubby paws, it hooked onto Shen Qingcong's neck, nuzzling it vigorously, whilst uttering sweet words from its mouth, "Master, Little Snow missed you so much. Why did you only come in now?"
Seeing the talking little snow weasel and its slightly larger body, Shen Qingcong was surprised for a moment before grinning from ear to ear, "Oh my, Little Snow Weasel, can you talk now?"
