"Do you know it?" Mo Hua asked the Wujiu Great God.
"It is..." The Wujiu Great God's expression held an indescribable mix of shock and complexity. "...the Holy Beast of the Great Wilderness."
Mo Hua frowned slightly.
Why did this Wujiu Great God love talking nonsense so much? Who did not know this Pixiu was the Holy Beast of the Great Wilderness?
Hemming and hawing like that, he was definitely hiding something.
Mo Hua turned his head again, pointed at the Wujiu Great God, and asked the Pixiu, "Do you know this feather-brain?"
Feather-brain...
The Wujiu Great God dared to be angry but did not dare to speak.
The Pixiu shook its huge head, clearly having no idea where this "birdman" before it had come from. Yet its eyes brimmed with excitement and delight. Pixiu were stingy and guarded their treasures.
Whether Heavenly Demons or Evil Gods, any beings of Divine Thought that entered its domain became its "treasures."
Now, in such a short time, it had gained another treasure. How could it not be happy?
Like gods, divine beasts had exceedingly long lifespans, and thus their sense of time was rather dull. Several years might have passed outside, but this big-headed Pixiu did not feel that much time had gone by.
It felt as if it had merely taken a few naps.
And after just a few naps, its "good friend" had come to see it again—and even brought it something good.
Though the Pixiu was stingy and guarded its wealth, it was broad-minded and big-hearted. It was not that grudge-bearing.
It had long forgotten how Mo Hua had pummeled its big head with his fists.
It had also forgotten their little spat.
The Pixiu rubbed its large head against Mo Hua again, then drooled as it stared at