C1068 I Beg Little Thing's Help!

"Little Thing, Little Thing," Feng Zhentian whispered, calling out gently. He had just glanced over and realized that Little Thing was nowhere to be found in his sleeve.

Feng Zhentian had suspected there might be a special space within his sleeve, but he hadn't been certain until now.

Since the last time Little Thing had consumed a large amount of Essence Liquid, it hadn't shown itself