Inside the Spirit Realm Ball.
Dark clouds blanketed the sky, with lightning flashing and thunder roaring.
"Boom..."
Bolt after bolt of lightning mercilessly struck the forest.
Just then, a furious voice came from the forest, "Damn it, who dare disturb my precious sleep? Witness my Great Prophecy Skill and behold—a clear sky!"
Immediately, the thunder and dark clouds in the sky vanished without a trace.
Wang Hao and Ling Xiao dumbfoundedly gazed at the sky. Wasn't this a bit too exaggerated?
"Whoosh..."
Right at that moment, a whizzing sound pierced the air.
A small white figure darted out from the forest rapidly, landing steadily on Wang Hao's shoulder—it was Little White, unmistakably.
But Little White, originally pure white, now had a little golden crown above its brow.
Some parts of its fur were singed, likely from just being struck by lightning.
"Little White, I've missed you so much!" Little White nuzzled Wang Hao's cheek with its little head.
