At this moment, the White Cloud Child was especially diminutive, stepping on flowing clouds, drifting leisurely within the hall.
"What have you found?" Jiang Wang asked.
"I don't know." The White Cloud Child was perplexed, turning around aimlessly like a headless fly: "I feel like there's something, but I don't know what it is."
Jiang Wang did not urge him, watching patiently.
The existence of the White Cloud Child was somewhat peculiar now, as if it was some kind of fusion between his past life and reincarnated self, yet he had completely lost his memory. However, his connection to the Cloud Top Fairy Palace was deep-rooted and unquestionable. Now, he was akin to a little housekeeper of the Cloud Top Fairy Palace.
Compared to aimlessly searching on his own, he was more inclined to believe that the White Cloud Child would make a discovery.
