The Classic of Mountains and Seas, Western Mountains Classic, said: "Three hundred and fifty li farther west lay Mount Tian. It was rich in gold and jade, and contained green realgar. The Ying River originated there and flowed southwest into Tang Valley. There was a spirit there shaped like a yellow sac, red as cinnabar fire, with six legs and four wings. It was chaotic and had no face, yet it knew how to sing and dance. It was Dijiang."
"So this is what the legendary Dijiang looks like?!" Stroking the fluffy ball of flesh in his hands, Hao Shuai found it hard to connect it with Dijiang, the Space Ancestral Witch among the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
This thing was like a dog. Whenever he petted it, it would make happy little grunts, and it didn't bite. It was certainly a delight to cuddle.
Its short, thick legs made it look just like a fluffy Chow Chow, though its body was even fatter. Unfortunately, it had no head, which made it look bizarre. It was cute, but headless.
Hao Shuai hadn't caught it because it was cute, though. He wanted it to act as a guide and lead him to Taro Village.
"Chirp, chirp~~"
But when the little fellow heard what Hao Shuai wanted, it turned its head—or would have, if it had one—and a sound came directly from its body.
It sounded like it was refusing.
Unfortunately, Hao Shuai didn't speak animal, so he had no idea what it was chirping about.
With no other choice, he used Divine Thought to communicate with Dijiang directly.
After a bit of "friendly" discussion, Dijiang wisely agreed to guide him rather than get stewed in a pot.
With Dijiang taken care of, Hao Shuai had accomplished what he came for. He immediately