Yangyang tossed her little sister into the forest with a look of disdain.
There weren't any more demon beasts over there anyway.
Right now, she didn't want to see Ye Ranxing—not for a single second. Her little sister was rotten to the core and beyond saving.
Yangyang carefully sniffed the air. Suddenly, she raised her little cat paw, leapt onto a withered branch, and watched the clearing ahead for enemies.
Was something wrong with her nose?
Had she just caught a whiff of Mom's scent...?
She shook her little cat head and habitually licked her clean, rosy paw pads...
She must have smelled wrong by accident.
Why would Mom suddenly leave the cave abode?
It couldn't be that she'd come to check on Ye Ranxing, could it?
Yang Xiaomao put the thought out of her mind and began leaping back and forth along the branches. Ever since she'd officially begun cultivating, her progress could only be described as skyrocketing. She'd probably break through to the second realm in less than a year.
She'd already had the talent of a natural prodigy.
After her talent had been strengthened again, she'd only become even more outstanding.
And with the added boost of a bloodline that could only be called invincible, her cultivation naturally advanced a thousand miles a day.
She narrowed her eyes. In the darkness, her pale-red heterochromatic eyes had dilated to their limit. Fixing on a target from above, she leapt straight down from a tree fifty meters high. With the fierce momentum of a hunting eagle, she reached for the black wolf's vulnerable neck before it had even sensed the danger.
Her body was still her strongest weapon.
In the distance.
When I saw this, I was scared out of my wits. As my heart pounded faster, the scene