At the very least, as far as Yuan Hong was concerned, the monsters outside the city were exceedingly strange, vicious, and powerful!
What was more, once they were a little farther from the city, he found it very difficult to defeat them.
But Ding Ling?
He slaughtered the monsters in swathes, even from a great distance!
Such strength had already exceeded Yuan Hong's imagination. He had no idea who could be powerful enough to reach this level. Could it be Daoist Shen Yuan, who had guided him onto the path of cultivation?
His apparent level of strength was also far inferior to that of Ding Ling!
If even an ancient god supreme being like Daoist Shen Yuan was like this, then just how terrifying was Ding Ling?
What was his status and background?
Yuan Hong grew increasingly curious about Ding Ling and desperately wanted to learn everything about him!
But he had only just come into contact with Ding Ling. He did not know Ding Ling's preferences or temperament, so he did not dare speak rashly, afraid that he might anger Ding Ling and ruin everything.
And ask Huang Feihu or Lei Zhenzi?
He had always looked down on that group of incompetents. Besides, the two sides had deep grievances between them and had fought and clashed many times despite existing in the same world. If both sides had not constantly remembered Daoist Shen Yuan's admonitions, they would probably have beaten each other's brains out long ago!
Thus, Yuan Hong could only forcibly suppress the storm raging in his heart, follow closely behind Ding Ling, and respectfully show him the way.
But he only guided Ding Ling for a while before realizing that he had become nothing more than a mascot.
Ding Ling simply had no need for him to