Having hit a wall, Xu Yang realized Sikong Li wouldn't tell him anything, so he gave up asking. He turned to look at Little Gray and saw that, after giving off a gray light, it looked livelier and livelier. It even sucked a streak of white light out of the Lightning Rat and swallowed it. Then Little Gray chirped and scampered back to Xu Yang's feet.
Xu Yang bent down and picked it up, examining it closely. Little Gray was in excellent spirits, and its body had grown a size larger. Xu Yang was astonished. What was the white light Little Gray had absorbed? How had it caused such a change? Sikong Li had said Little Gray was a Time-Space Rat, but what kind of demonic beast was that?
Pondering this, Xu Yang walked over to the Lightning Rat. It was still unconscious, but Xu Yang could tell it was in terrible shape. Its aura was chaotic and out of control; it had clearly suffered a severe injury. But Xu Yang didn't understand what had hurt it. Little Gray had only released a streak of gray light. Could it really be that powerful?
Xu Yang gave Little Gray another look but saw nothing unusual, so he returned it to the Spirit Beast Bag. Then, with a wave of his hand, he put the Lightning Rat inside as well. He was curious about the changes in the Lightning Rat and wanted to observe it closely.
Once he was done, Xu Yang ignored Sikong Li and prepared to fly away on his sword. Seeing him move, Sikong Li immediately darted in front of him, blocking his way. His eyes were fixed on Xu Yang's Spirit Beast Bag.
Xu Yang's expression darkened. "What are you doing, Fellow Daoist Sikong? Why are you blocking