Though it was called a cub, it was about the size of a mountain tiger. If it stood upright, it would be even taller and larger than Qin Fengming. With such a ferocious beast pouncing straight at him, any other cultivator would surely have dodged aside.
Yet Qin Fengming did not move at all. His expression remained calm, with a faint smile at the corners of his lips.
Qin Fengming did not believe that a young Wenlin could pose any threat to him. Besides, Jun Yan's aura clung to him. Any ferocious beast that drew near would be disturbed by Jun Yan's strange aura and lose its savagery.
Cultivators found Jun Yan's unique aura exceedingly difficult to detect, but ferocious beasts sensed it with remarkable sharpness.
Qin Fengming stood still as the cub leaped at him. Amid Dai Yao the True Immortal's urgent cry, the cub did not open its jaws to bite and devour Qin Fengming. Instead, it kept sniffing him all over, circling him twice before rubbing its head against Qin Fengming's chest with delight in its eyes.
"Could it be that the little Wenlin recognizes Fellow Daoist Qin's scent?" Sect Leader Wu Huan and the several True Immortals stood stunned, their faces filled with astonishment.
"Of course. This Dai accompanied the Spirit Core for decades, so the cub is close to me. Fellow Daoist Qin, however, accompanied the Spirit Core for several thousand years. Naturally, the little Wenlin remembered his scent," Dai Yao the True Immortal said joyfully.
This Wenlin cub ordinarily never approached anyone. Other than Dai Yao, not even the two masters who had raised it could call the little Wenlin to their side. Now that the cub had become so familiar with Qin Fengming, this was the only explanation that made sense.
Qin Fengming