"Where did this tiger demon come from, daring to run wild in my domain?"
Deep within Yang Huai's dream, a dense mass of blood-red light emerged, killing intent steadily rising.
At his words, the winged flying tiger in the dream nearly burst with rage.
"What tiger demon? Your grandpa is Flying Bear, a descendant of divine beasts!"
"Are you blind, brat Yang? Take another good look!"
The winged tiger abruptly transformed into a donkey!
"I..."
Yang Huai stared, dumbstruck. He remembered this seemed to be the lazy donkey from home!
This fellow had become a spirit!
"You are?"
Though Yang Huai already had his suspicions, he could not help asking.
"I am the divine beast beneath my lord's seat, the Winged Tiger!"
A divine beast, the Winged Tiger?
Yang Huai looked the lazy donkey up and down and simply could not believe it. He had encountered many Heaven-and-Earth Relict Species in the Slaughter Hall, including quite a few whose bloodlines were extremely close to those of Heaven-and-Earth divine beasts, yet this lazy donkey did not seem to possess such imposing presence.
Still, he did not dwell on it. What caught his attention was the "my lord" from the donkey's mouth.
The old donkey was already growing impatient.
"Enough nonsense. I was ordered to deliver this to you and help you establish your foundation through the Great Cycle. I hope you will not let down my lord's painstaking efforts!"
It spat out an object. A jade box instantly flew into Yang Huai's hand.
Only then did Yang Huai realize that the "my lord" the lazy donkey spoke of was likely the woman beside his pillow.
"My wife already knows I entered the Profound Mystery Sect?!"
The lazy donkey glanced at Yang Huai and nodded.
"Yes. My lord already knows. She told