Fan Ping reacted quite quickly this time. When Yan Chen was speaking, he had already opened the Spirit Hiding Bag.
The so-called Spirit Hiding Bag was a standard-issue treasure for disciples of the Tianfa Ling Sect, used to store small spiritual birds and insects. More often, however, it was used to house natal beasts refined through special secret techniques that had been turned into puppet-like "spirit tools," which were then released when needed, making it very convenient.
The group stared at the bag's opening, from which a faint medicinal fragrance drifted out. Fan Ping cautiously shook it twice, and a black-snake-like creature sluggishly poked its head out.
A fish-dragon!
This little creature was shaped like a black snake, except its head and face differed greatly from snakes; organs such as the eyes, nose, and mouth were not very distinct. However, two joint-sized short horns on top of its head were very conspicuous, and the tips already showed signs of splitting, much like velvet antlers.
The disciples of the Tianfa Ling Sect had already confirmed its species, but they never grew tired of looking at this rare spiritual creature of heaven and earth that only grew in the Sky Rift.
Yet the reactions of the other two were far greater than theirs.
Xiao Jiu cried out involuntarily, "Little fellow!"
Yu Ci did not speak, but in an instant, golden light seemed to flow within his pupils, just like electric sparks bursting from pitch-black clouds, tearing through the darkness. Any Tianfa Ling Sect disciple nearby who saw it felt their heart and mind palpitate, and someone even held their breath in their chest, causing their face to turn red.
There was no need for naked-eye recognition; as long as he sensed that affectionate Qi which seemed to come from the same origin,