"Don't chase me! I really don't taste good!"
"I'm not going to eat you. I'm just curious what species you are. Stop and let me have a look..."
"I don't believe you!"
At that moment, down below in a patch of forest, a weasel was sprinting at top speed, with a young boy hot on its heels...
The Upper Realm is too dangerous. I want to go home!
As the weasel ran, it wailed inwardly. Yet just then, the boy's voice suddenly rang out again.
"Hey, watch out ahead."
The boy's words had barely fallen when, before the weasel could react, it slammed straight into a figure standing in front of it.
"Ow! That hurts like hell! Who was that..." The weasel clutched its head and cried out in pain.
The weasel slowly raised its head and looked at the figure blocking its way. The moment it saw who it was, it froze on the spot.
"Waaah! Boss, it really is you! The Upper Realm is way too dangerous! The creatures here are complete monsters—I can't even beat a chicken..."
But the weasel quickly came back to its senses, flashed before the figure, and threw its arms around his thigh as it bawled.
"Alright, alright, stop howling. Aren't you fine? By the way, how did you get up here?" Mo Shang asked, half amused and half exasperated.
The figure who had blocked the weasel's desperate flight was none other than Mo Shang, who had just returned from the Shi Clan's feast.
Having noticed fluctuations of spiritual energy in this direction, Mo Shang had originally come over to see what the commotion was about. He had not expected to run into Yellow Immortal, whom he had enlightened on Blue Star. He had no idea how the fellow had made it to