Ni Huang thought he was somewhat afraid or perhaps unable to bear it, so she said to Ye Qifeng:
"Xiao Feng, you don't need to be afraid, nor do you need to pity it."
"Since ancient times, humans and Spirit Beasts have been natural enemies. In the eyes of these Spirit Beasts, humans are nothing more than food. If you don't kill it, it will kill you. And if human Spirit Masters wish to advance, they need the Spirit Rings from Spirit Beasts."
"Therefore, it is only natural for humans to hunt Spirit Beasts."
Naturally, Ye Qifeng understood what Ni Huang meant, but he had not thought that much about it. He was not some saint either. If something needed killing, then it had to be killed, or how else would he advance?
Ye Qifeng shook his head and drove the dagger directly into the Black Blade Shadow Weasel's forehead.
The dagger was extremely sharp. It easily sliced through the Black Blade Shadow Weasel's tough fur and skull, which was as hard as stone, before plunging into its brain.
In less than a second, the Black Blade Shadow Weasel fell completely silent. It did not feel even a trace of pain and died peacefully.
The next moment.
A bright purple ring of light slowly rose from the dead Black Blade Shadow Weasel's body. The ring drifted ethereally through the air, radiating hazy purple light as though it might disperse at any moment.
Ye Qifeng stared blankly at the miraculous sight, his eyes filled with curiosity.
"This is a Spirit Ring," Bibi Dong said at that moment. "Once a Spirit Beast is killed, a ring matching its cultivation age will soon separate from its body. That is what we call a Spirit Ring."
Bibi Dong looked at the purple Spirit Ring