Air parted with a howl as the Blazing Dragon Chainblade wrapped itself around Yue Lingji’s waist, the tight restraints emphasising the curves on her body. Li Tianming dragged her over, across the ground, and blood left her lips as Li Tianming reached into her cloak for his prize.

“That profound manna is mine now!” Given that two large, uh, obstacles were in his way, it was a considerably tough task, and it took him a while to finally dig out the draconic water obelisk. That was surprisingly easy for a treasure with equal value to the Saintbeast War-Soul, and Li Tianming couldn’t be more elated.

“Big brother, what were you groping just now?” Jiang Feiling’s voice, which now had the aroma of freshly-opened vinegar, echoed in his ear. So that’s how she sounded like when she’s displeased.

“Of course I was looking for the draconic water obelisk!”

“I’m pretty sure what you touched was the Heavenly Pattern Formation!” Jiang Feiling snapped back.

Heavenly Pattern Formation? Is it a reference to the shape? Something that was shaped like a hemisphere...

“Wait, that was an accident! The manna is quite small...