With the speed of wind, Ji Fengyan finished absorbing all the treasures in the storage room within an afternoon. As a result, her inner core recovered yet a little.
As she observed the rate at which her inner core was recovering, Ji Fengyan felt a growing sense of anticipation. With the recovery of two of the cracks, the spiritual energy that had been drifting around was now stabilized.
"Miss… what are you doing?" Ling He looked at Ji Fengyan, who had been in the storage room all afternoon. When he saw the traces of laughter on Ji Fengyan's face, he suddenly felt apprehensive.
Perhaps Miss was… going crazy?
Ji Fengyan was in a good mood. She smilingly sat on a heap of treasure and beckoned at Ling He.
"Brother Ling."
"Yes?"
"Come, come, come."
Trembling, Ling He took a step forward.
Ji Fengyan seriously patted Ling He's shoulder. "Brother Ling, do we have a lot of treasure in Ji City?"
