"When did you come in?"
"I've been here for quite a while."
"You're a bird, crawling through the grass like that—could you be any more cowardly?"
"You don't get it, this place is dangerous. Hurry up and come with me."
Wen Yan followed the Sparrow Cat as it burrowed through the undergrowth. After just a few steps, he suddenly ducked his head.
"Hold on, let me tie my shoelaces."
The Sparrow Cat paused in the grass to wait for Wen Yan. It waited for quite some time, but Wen Yan didn't get up, so the cat got a bit anxious and circled back to him.
But as it approached Wen Yan, it suddenly saw Wen Yan gripping a branch as thick as a human forearm, wrapped with dense Yang Energy, and he swung it down hard onto the cat's head.
The cat shrieked in pain and leaped up high.
Even in the darkness, with the full shape unclear, Wen Yan could tell that under the cat's head, there definitely wasn't the body of a bird—it looked much more like a Black Serpent coiled up.
