That Must Be Holy Soul Village, Right?

"Xiao Wu—wait! Don't run so fast!"

Ah Rou was now nothing more than a Soft Bone Rabbit with no cultivation at all.

She was bounced dizzy in Xiao Wu's palm,

and only managed to steady herself by frantically scrabbling at the gaps between her daughter's fingers with her four short legs.

Xiao Wu paid no heed,

charging barefoot out of the wooden house.

Moonlight flooded over her at once, illuminating her delicate little face until it looked snow-white.

Xiao Wu immediately looked up into the night sky.

The Ten-Thousand-Year Griffin took flight, his enormous wings spanning several meters.

He swept over her head,

blocking out the moonlight above.

The white-robed youth sat upright on the Ten-Thousand-Year Griffin's back, his robes billowing like clouds,

ethereal and otherworldly, like an immortal descended to earth.

Even the woman with the cultivation of a Titled Douluo,

beside that youth,

seemed insignificant and dull, no more than a maidservant serving as his backdrop.

Xiao Wu tilted her head back, her mouth hanging open.

That gradually receding figure was reflected in her large crimson eyes.

Only after a long while did she abruptly come to her senses.

"Mom, wasn't that a Griffin Beast?"

"What's a ten-thousand-year spirit beast from the Star Dou Great Forest doing here?!"

Xiao Wu's face was full of surprise.

As a hundred-thousand-year soul beast born and raised in the Star Dou Great Forest,

when it came to identifying spirit beasts,

she was more knowledgeable and authoritative than anyone.

Ah Rou gazed in the direction Ye Tian had left and sighed wistfully.

"My silly daughter, have you forgotten what I told you about the Spirit Controlling Pill's effects? That human rode the Ten-Thousand-Year Griffin here..."

"Huh?"

Xiao Wu blinked and raised her index finger to scratch her cheek, looking sheepish.

"So that's it...