Inside the hollowed area, Wang Ling opened his eyes after five days of sleeping. His body was reinvigorated by Bai Xue's blood essence and his very own angelic qi.
But Wang Ling was still feeling pain as he got up from the ground. Looking around, he didn't see the corpse of the Frost Dragon, instead, there was a dried-up corpse just a couple of meters of him.
Beside him was Bai Xue who was on her white fox form but was a lot bigger. She was huddled up to Wang Ling, she looked like she was protecting him from possible danger.
On Bai Xue's fur was his blood and her mixed together as one. They looked like a mess but Wang Ling could not do anything as this was the first time he woke up after a long while.
He looked at himself and realized just how filthy his body was. The image he carried right now had no inkling of an expert's pride but that of a homeless one. Wang Ling was disappointed at himself.