As it turned out, although the forum members were always glib with their words and never appeared serious, their responses to questions were basically never nonsense.
Xu Shuo had already felt that the notebook residing in his Spirit Sea seemed to be absorbing the spiritual power of its host to nurture itself at all times.
Although on the flip side, his understanding and use of this tool were becoming more profound; it was indeed quite taxing to sustain, and if one's spiritual power was a bit weaker, they would likely become easily fatigued.
However, the violin wasn't that greedy.
It lay quietly in the Spirit Sea, neither eating nor drinking, as if it were dead.
Xu Shuo pulled out a small fruit knife from the tool column and extended his right wrist.
But after thinking about it, he switched to his left wrist, removed the sports wristband he wore, and then slashed viciously over the rose emblem.
Bright red blood spurted out, and Xu Shuo propped up his chin, waiting for a moment.
