In the distance, there might be echoes of all the passages it has learned, reverberating back and forth in the underground caves.
Yan Xiaobao was on the verge of collapse. He wanted to chase after it, but it was clear that he couldn't compare to its agility. All he could do was stare in the direction of its escape, as if he were about to cry. Thinking about the rabbit's proclivities, and how loud its voice was, he began to sweat profusely. If the rabbit managed to escape and spread news, and Li Qinghou caught wind of it, Yan Xiaobao could only imagine the disaster that would ensue.
"Damn it!" he thought, grinding his teeth. "What kind of rabbit is that?!?!" However, the truth was, no one knew the answer. After all, he was the one who created this thing.
