Ever since they had the Mystic Pure Tree, the White Spirit Rat had basically been napping under it, rarely going out, and when it did, it was gone for several days, making Xiaochuan always worry about it.
Under An Xin's guidance, Xiaochuan arrived at the Mystic Pure Tree.
The White Spirit Rat was lying under the Mystic Pure Tree, its belly facing the sky.
Xiaochuan squatted down and gently petted its belly, while it displayed a look of comfort.
An Xin came up behind Xiaochuan and said with emotion, "Uncle Xiaochuan, you spoil it too much. It goes out for so long, don't you think it needs a little scolding?"
She couldn't stand the White Spirit Rat's cockiness and laziness. Had it not been Gu An's pet, she would have taken care of it long ago.
"Don't underestimate it; it has another name, the Treasure Hunting Rat. It rarely goes out, but when it does, it might come back with a treasure," Xiaochuan said with a smile.