C407 The Ring of Drifting Clouds

The time in the nodes was like the night before the start of school. It wasn't long, after all, only one night, but it wasn't short either, because it was a night on which many people could make a miracle with a pen and a lamp.

Qi Xiao felt as if he was creating a miracle. The speed at which his Genuine Qi was being consumed was faster than the speed at which school started