The small group of people sat cross-legged around the bonfire and cultivated. All of a sudden, they opened their eyes at the same time. A small thing fell from the tree above Ling Chuxi, right into her waiting hands.
The little creature was only slightly bigger than a squirrel. Its body was covered in soft fur that gleamed a fiery red in the light, and it had large black eyes. It was so cute that even Lin Cangbo and the others were tempted to play with it, but they resisted the urge considering their positions.
Ling Chuxi was pinching the little creature with one hand and caressing its fine fur with the other. Her hands wandered around to pinch and stroke the little fellow, her expression delighted.
"She indeed still has the heart of a child," Lin Cangbo said with a kind smile, and the others also smiled knowingly as they watched her. Although Ling Chuxi's cultivation was immensely strong, she was still a young girl, so a little childishness was inevitable.