"Ying?"
The silver-white Little Beast sitting in Wang Xian's palm cocked its head playfully to one side. Like an innocent, curious baby, it stared unblinkingly at Wang Xian.
Its bright eyes were as clear as a babbling spring stream, gentle ripples flowing within them, filled with deep confusion, as if it were softly asking: What are you talking about? Why can't I understand any of it?
"Can't understand?"
Wang Xian froze slightly, surprise instantly appearing on his face.
In his longstanding understanding, any living being that embarked upon the path of cultivation—whether human, resilient vegetation, or even strange metals and stones—would grow increasingly intelligent as its realm rose, gaining a deeper understanding of all things in the world.
Take the silver-white Little Beast before him. Its combat power had reached at least the Eighth Revolution Immortal Emperor realm. With such immense strength, understanding a few simple words should have been effortless, as easy as an adult reading a children's book.
Yet reality before him caught Wang Xian completely off guard. It was like a profoundly learned scholar, well versed in every kind of knowledge, eagerly preparing to teach a student, only to suddenly discover that the student knew absolutely nothing—not even the most basic knowledge. The stark contrast left Wang Xian at a loss for a moment.
This silver-white Little Beast behaved as innocently as an ordinary newborn cub, its mind so pure that it contained not the slightest impurity.
Whoever treated it well, it would affectionately nestle beside them like a tame little pet. But if anyone bore it ill will, it would rise up and strike back without mercy, displaying combat power utterly unlike its adorable appearance.
At that moment, it let out another confused cry. "Ying?"
Its voice was soft and sweet, like a spring breeze brushing