Qiuqiu suddenly jumped straight up and flipped onto Mo Lian's shoulder.
After carefully sensing, it said in gratification, "Masta's awesome. She's found Little Three."
Mo Lian raised his brow. "Where?"
"They should still be in that extremely cold place."
Mo Lian furrowed his brow. "You can't just summon her soul back?"
The sapling lowered its black beady eyes. "I can't."
"Ha." Mo Lian sniggered.
The sapling's body shook at this. It then bawled its eyes out and shouted, "I, I'm not omnipotent! Qiuqiu is already very useful! Qiuqiu will become even more useful in the future."
Mo Lian maintained his reservations toward the meaning of "useful."
"How much longer until we get to that place?"
"A-About another day…" The sapling fiddled with its fingers while saying this softly.
"If I find out that you are purposely hiding a method," Mo Lian said sinisterly, "I will kill you!"
