By the River of Oblivion
Whoosh!
A pebble quietly fell into the river, but strangely, not a single splash arose. The surface of the water was as calm as a mirror, without even a slight ripple appearing.
Shi Dechun rhythmically tossed a stone in his hand, looking boredly at the river's surface.
It wasn't until the faint whisper of a curse ceased that he turned his head, puzzled, to look at Chen Mu, "Aren't you tired of chanting the Dew Harvesting Spell without stopping every day?"
Dew Harvesting Spell: 8526/10000;
Chen Mu packed away the grey wall, revealing a smiling face.
Tired?
Watching the experience level up, how could I be tired?
"Besides, it doesn't matter how familiar you get with this thing. The limit of Jade Dew you can collect depends on personal talent, not on who can speak smoother. Why do you keep chanting it every day?" Shi Dechun shifted his position and threw another pebble into the river with a flick of his hand.
Ha!
