Qi Haoran jumped onto the rock to take a look. He pointed at the huge rock and asked with a twitch of his lips, "Isn't this the rock you were lying on? Did you shatter it with your palm just now?"
Mu Yangling opened her mouth wide and said, "I controlled my strength. Did my strength increase again?"
She lowered her head to look at the rocks, then picked them up and weighed them in her hand. "Why do I feel that these rocks look familiar?"
"You just lay on them. How can they not look familiar?" Qi Haoran reached out to pat the rocks. Seeing that none fell, he did not take it to heart and squatted down to continue roasting his pheasant.
Mu Yangling, who had wanted to help, pinched the rock and frowned in confusion. Rocks all looked similar, but why did this particular one piqued her interest?
Mu Yangling looked down at the black and red rock in her hand in a daze.