Sword Hilt

Old Ape looked at Little Sable, and Little Sable looked back at Old Ape.

The two demons exchanged a glance, yet neither knew how to communicate.

Strictly speaking, they had never communicated before.

Little Sable possessed astonishing talent and had already broken through to the Wheel Sea Realm. Even in Lin'an City, it could have swaggered down the streets with that strength.

Yet it had neither transformed nor spoken, remaining in beast form the entire time. It also kept to itself, soaking in the City Moat whenever it had nothing to do.

No one knew what exactly it had been busy with.

This sword hilt was no ordinary thing.

Old Ape knew that at a glance.

Little Sable must have gone somewhere.

But Old Ape did not dare ask, nor did it even dare meet Little Sable's gaze for too long.

After all, it only had the strength of the early Spring Gushing Realm left. Because of certain other reasons, its true strength had actually fallen to the Mortal Body Realm.

To put it bluntly, this sable demon before it could send it to its grave with a single claw.

Old Ape had personally seen Ma Fei get beaten for acting like an idiot.

The kind where he did not even dare lodge a complaint after getting beaten.

It had heard Ma Fei grumbling to Wang Tie Zhu in private that this sable demon was the only demon that person had personally carried home. He had used many precious Pills to save it and rebuild the foundation of its cultivation.

Whether in strength, status, or even the vast difference in the fur covering their bodies, everything made Old Ape tread with the utmost care.

After sizing up Old Ape, Little Sable steadied its round little head, seemingly considering whether to