A hearty meal.
It dispelled the gloom brought by the "Abyss" and temporarily soothed the taut nerves.
Returning to the Bamboo Creek Courtyard in the Pocket World Blessed Land of the Dragon Abyss Pavilion, the night was deep. The starlight within the Pocket World gently spilled over the swaying green bamboo in the courtyard, casting mottled shadows.
The air was filled with the fresh fragrance of grass and wood.
Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei sat by the bluestone table in the courtyard, enjoying this rare tranquility.
Jiang Wei contentedly sucked on an after-dinner lollipop, with a hint of laziness on her small face.
"The relics mentioned by Chu Kuanglan..." Fang Qingyu broke the silence, looking at Jiang Wei, "do they really exist?"
