Wang Xiaoqiang looked down and saw that in Little Qing's palm lay three tomato-sized, fiery-red fruits, red as blood, exuding a somewhat eerie aura.
"Three is already not bad!" Wang Xiaoqiang happily accepted them, then directly put them into the Sumeru Ring, and told Little Qing, "Let's leave this place quickly."
"Master, why the rush!?" Little Qing asked, puzzled.
"Bloodworm Grass is so precious, it's hard to guarantee that it won't attract other flying beasts. Moreover, this place has turned into a land of bloodshed. Such a strong smell of blood will surely lure even more powerful spirit beasts. To be safe, it's best that we leave quickly!"
"Yes, Master," Little Qing responded, silently praising Wang Xiaoqiang for his cautious thinking while quickly squatting down. "Master, please climb on quickly!"
Wang Xiaoqiang grabbed Little Qing's neck and clambered onto her back.
With a flick of her tail, Little Qing set off again.
