"Hmm... Sword Talisman, pills, antidote... a change of clothes... the Clear-Sight Mirror... Oh? Xiaobai's spiritual food. Excellent, everything is packed."
Chang Le checked the items one by one, then lowered her head and stroked Xiaobai's head.
Xiaobai sprang up, rubbing affectionately against Chang Le's cheek. Its yellow fur was growing glossier by the day, with faint traces of black at the roots.
Chapter 81