"Old Sha, don't hurt it!" Su Ping called out softly.
Once the figure appeared, Su Ping sensed that its strength probably wasn't very high. Although the strength of a Pet Beast isn't necessarily related to its size, this creature under the moonlight, only as tall as an adult's calf, didn't seem to pose any threat at all.
And facing Old Sha's arrival, the figure showed no signs of nervousness or fear. It merely retreated a few steps and adopted a very peculiar stance, its hands placed at its waist, its body slightly lowered, poised for action.
Hearing Su Ping's call, Old Sha also reined in his charge somewhat, but his eyes, shining green in the dark moonlight, remained firmly locked on the little creature before him.
At this moment, Su Ping could finally make out what it was under the dim moonlight.
