Indoors.
Outside, the cold wind blowing over the vast lake emitted a series of whimpers.
But inside, the warm light of candles was lit.
From time to time in the charcoal stove, there was a crackling sound, as sparks flew in all directions.
Jiang Ning watched as the Golden Box in his hands slowly opened.
The next moment.
His eyes narrowed slightly, as the statue within the Golden Box had seemingly undergone some changes from before, as if a lot of its vitality had drained away.
"It must be because of the Hundred Spirit Blood!"
Jiang Ning suddenly had some enlightenment.
Previously, the Hundred Spirit Blood had soaked the statue in the Golden Box; it was clear that the Hundred Spirit Blood was the nourishment needed to maintain the activity of the statue.
As the thought crossed his mind, Jiang Ning slowly extended his right hand and reached into the Golden Box.
When his fingers touched the icy statue.
Suddenly, that vision appeared again in his mind.
