Under Shen Luo's covert control, Ghost Vine Venerable slowly emerged from the nearby forest, a gentle smile on his face as he prepared to strike up a conversation with the two young Witch Race members.
"Who are you? How dare you kill my battle beast?" The tall, red-skinned man glared with wide eyes and shouted fiercely at Ghost Vine Venerable.
He spoke the Witch Race language. Fortunately, Fire Spirit Child had taught Shen Luo the Witch Race's writing and language over the past three years, so Shen Luo could understand him.
The other young Witch Race member was equally filled with Rage. He tightened his grip on the bone spear in his hand, ready to pounce at any moment.
Inside the Free-and-Easy Mirror, Shen Luo was startled by this and could not help feeling puzzled. Since that ancient auspicious beast was their battle beast, why had they been fighting it just now?
"I remember now. Members of the Witch Race do often fight their own battle beasts. Apparently, the Witch Race has a witchcraft technique that allows them to merge with their battle beasts, but the two must possess an extremely high degree of compatibility. The Witch Race does not understand that sort of thing about communicating with spirit pets. They only know how to fight—using battle to nurture battle, and increasing the bond between themselves and their battle beasts through constant combat," Fire Spirit Child said belatedly as he recalled something.
"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Shen Luo said, glaring at him.
"I don't know when or in which ancient text I read about it. So many years have passed; how could I still remember it clearly?" Fire Spirit Child said awkwardly.
Shen Luo snorted and hurriedly controlled Ghost Vine Venerable to apologize in the Witch Race language.