The night gradually deepened.
Chu Huaixu, who had been busy the whole day, didn't meditate but simply drifted into dreamland.
The Big Ice Cube next door was diligently cultivating, feeling the pressure from the Dead Fox.
The next day, early morning.
The two of them sat at the table eating breakfast together.
"Xiaoxu is really odd. So many days have passed, and he still hasn't come out of the Secret Realm," Chu Huaixu said.
"Is the food you brought him before enough to eat?" Han Shuangjiang frowned slightly, also unsure whether this Dead Fox was reliable.
Sure enough, she quickly heard such a reply.
"What are you thinking? If he eats sparingly, it'll definitely be enough!"
Han Shuangjiang: "..."
She watched him eat with great appetite and felt a bit speechless.
What does eating sparingly mean it'll definitely be enough?
Junior Brother Xu won't starve at the bottom of the Cold Pool, will he?
Han Shuangjiang is a person with a strong sense of distance but kind-hearted.
