The black bear in the cave groaned as it got up. Its fur had fallen off and grown back several times, looking clean. It eagerly headed to the pond.
After washing up, Fang Che swiftly left.
The black bear didn't enter the pond directly; instead, it sniffed around, reached the spot where Fang Che had just bathed, and drank the water ravenously.
It didn't mind the dirt.
What Fang Che expelled from his body was filth to him but a supreme treasure to the black bear.
It drank until its belly could hold no more before stopping.
It hummed and hawed as it started cleaning itself.
A spark of intelligence began to shine in its little eyes.
When will the good man return?
I need to go back and clean the cave...
Now that I'm a spiritual beast, I can't stand the smell of a toilet...
No wonder no other bear has approached me for so long; it turns out I'm too unhygienic...
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In the dense forest.
Fang Che slashed twice with his sword.
