Jackpot!

The little guy could supply her with spiritual energy?

And the spiritual energy it offered was purer, denser, and more pristine.

The palm-sized little cub could offer her so much spiritual energy. Just imagine what it could do when it got bigger!

She had hit a giant jackpot!

The more she thought about it, the more excited Feng Wu became. She held the cub up and kissed it hard on its head!

Feng Tutu puckered up its little face, but went on sleeping.

Feng Wu chortled.

With this endless supply of spiritual energy from Feng Tutu, her cultivation would be so much more efficient.

Just then, a familiar voice came from outside.

"Little Feng Wu, little Feng Wu, why are you giggling in there? You sound like a little mouse."

It was Feng Xun.

Fearing that the guy might wake up her mother, Feng Wu picked up Feng Tutu and quietly got out of the carriage.

It was getting dark outside and they were ready to make camp.