Despite half a month having passed, Ye Lingyue remained deeply concerned about the artificial hill.
She subconsciously felt that beneath it, there must be some big secret hidden.
As usual, Ye Lingyue's Primordial Spirit emerged and swiftly headed towards the direction of the artificial hill.
Near midnight, the City Lord's Mansion remained silent, with only the scattered sound of the night watchman's drumbeats echoing through the city.
"Still no results."
Primordial Spirit Ye Lingyue shook her head. Just as she was about to leave the artificial hill, a click sounded underfoot, as something sank down.
Ye Lingyue was startled and looked towards the dark ground.
Only to discover that a moss-covered rock of the artificial hill beneath her feet had been stepped and sunken in.
What is this?
Unknowingly, over the past half month, Ye Lingyue's Primordial Spirit had been venturing out nightly, unknowingly becoming much stronger.
