However, the vitality is noticeably stronger than before.
Realizing this, Chu Ning felt a surge of joy and continued to cast spells.
But after casting the spell twenty times, Chu Ning's expression became somewhat grim.
The healing spell seemed to have reached its limit in aiding Ling Xiaobai, as during the last five or six casts, he couldn't sense any change in its aura.
"Xiaobai!"
Just as he stopped casting, a trace of joy appeared on his face the next moment.
Ling Xiaobai, lying before him, unexpectedly opened its eyes slightly.
The little creature briefly glanced at Chu Ning then quickly closed its eyes again.
Immediately, Chu Ning heard the little creature's telepathic voice in his mind.
"Blood, contract!"
With the sound of the voice, a faint white halo appeared above the little creature's head.
Chu Ning was slightly taken aback upon seeing this halo.
This halo was not unfamiliar to him.
