"The naive see with their eyes while the wise perceive through their souls."
The crooked carvings on the wooden plaque were truly a sight that made one want to chuckle.
Lost Paradise was brimming with Heavenly Earth Spirit Essence. The snow-white little beast, with its belly slick and round, slept soundly under the donut peach tree, its fur shimmering with a crystalline luster. Surrounded by onlookers, the little fellow did not care and slept exceptionally sweetly.
Seeing those crooked carvings on the wooden plaque, the alien kings completely lost their tempers; it was clear that the snow-white little beast intended to wear them down.
The little one was safe and sound, shimmering with a halo of light, and Xiao Chen could finally be at ease.
