Yingyue gave Ye Qingzhou a charming smile, her eyes shimmering with light, "I really like this gift."
Danger!
Very dangerous!
Extremely dangerous!
The King of Spirit Beast's fur stood on end, tail tucked firmly between its legs, an intense sense of crisis causing its limbs to tremble uncontrollably.
In its eyes, this delicate Human Race woman possessed an aura of such strength, it was simply beyond belief.
Soon, the King of Spirit Beast saw the phantasmal shadow of the Python rise abruptly behind Yingyue.
The dark cyan serpent's body was almost the epitome of perfection, each scale reflecting a dazzling interplay of sky and life, mesmerizing to behold.
It was a kind of "perfection" that transcended race; even the King of Spirit Beast was momentarily bewitched by its flawless beauty.
Crackle~
