NovelEnglishLooking at the complete bird’s egg in her hand, Qiao Mu secretly muttered to herself, feeling a bit queasy.
How could she have mistaken this for a bird’s egg?
She concentrated, focusing on the ethereal presence within the Spirit Ruins.
Upon closer examination, the object shrouded in mist no longer resembled a white duck egg. Instead, it appeared more spherical in nature.
What could it possibly be?
No matter how hard she tried to decipher it, she couldn’t make sense of it. Her divine consciousness had automatically retreated from her inner vision.
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She withdrew her gaze and gazed ahead in a daze.
Oddly, when had she returned to her room in Winterwood Court?
The young girl turned over and sat up, surveying her surroundings. As she lifted the blanket, she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her petite head.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe quickly leaned back against the bed frame and gently massaged her throbbing forehead.
It was already ten o’clock at night.
Why was Winterwood Court so eerily quiet?
Could it be that Qi Xuanxuan and the others were all in class and hadn’t returned yet?
Qiao Mu clung to the stool by the bed and stood up cautiously, careful not to exacerbate her discomfort.
Why was the room empty?
She pushed open the door and ventured outside. As she stared at the deserted courtyard, her mind was a whirlwind of confusion.
Where had Mo Lian disappeared to?
The little Emperor Qiaoqiao was unwell, and there was no one around in the room!
The young child’s face unconsciously scrunched up, and she sat with a listless and dejected expression on the doorstep. She propped her chin up with one hand, glaring angrily into the pitch-black courtyard.
After waiting for a painstaking 15 minutes, aside from the sound of the wind, there was nothing to be heard or seen in the courtyard.
Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao was growing increasingly irritated.
Normally, when daylight waned, everyone would leave the school grounds. Why was she the sole occupant of this place today?
Even the usually noisy kitchen maid, known for clattering with her spatula, was conspicuously absent.
Qiaoqiao’s frustration made her petite face puff up. She steadied herself and slowly rose to her feet, heading toward the courtyard door.
She took a seat on a small stone stool at the entrance and crossed her arms. Propping her chin on her two tiny hands, she impatiently scanned the road ahead.
The darkness stretched toward the largest cultivation hall in the northern part of the learning area.
No one appeared.
There wasn’t even a star visible in the pitch-black sky, let alone the moon.
The darkness was so profound that she couldn’t even discern the path beneath her feet. The young child grew even more despondent. She lowered her small chin and muttered in a subdued voice, “Qiuqiu, why is nobody here?”
She pouted and rested her head on her knees.
A few minutes later, a sudden realization dawned upon her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Qiuqiu?”
“Qiuqiu!”
“Dottie?”
“Dottie?”
“Dirty clump, dirt clump!”
Qiao Mu sprang up abruptly from the ground, a layer of nervousness etching her small face.
Her body wavered as she attempted to access Paradise Planet. Unexpectedly, she was forcefully repelled by a tremendous force.
Taking a few steps back, Qiaoqiao’s petite face turned instantly pallid, her heart racing erratically.
“Qiuqiu, where are you? Qiuqiu!”
In the past, Qiuqiu had always responded to her calls. Even when Qiuqiu was engrossed in closed-door cultivation, there had always been a faint connection between them.
But now, in a sudden panic, she realized she couldn’t sense anything!
“Qiuqiu!” Qiao Mu didn’t know what to do next.
She hopped down from the small Viscount stone and summoned a one-third-meter sphere from her consciousness pool. Clasping it tightly in her hand, she cautiously surveyed her surroundings.
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