The little furry creature that had pounced onto Yang Qing was none other than Jiangli.
Compared with the Jiangli of old, however, this little creature had pure white fur and even more beautiful eyes.
Jiangli's eyes had sometimes changed color, but this little creature's eyes were like twin beads of black glass, making people afraid to meet its gaze.
Anyone who looked a little longer would feel as though a tiny whirlpool lay within its eyes, capable of drawing their entire consciousness into it.
The little creature clung tightly to Yang Qing's robe, its whole body dangling and swaying as though it might fall at any moment.
Yang Qing froze in bewilderment. Beside him, Jiang Zhizhou and Bu Er wore equally stunned expressions.
Standing a little farther away, Mu Feng could tell at a glance that there was no longer even the slightest connection between this Jiangli and Yang Qing.
One could also say that this little creature was not the old Jiangli, yet countless threads still bound it to Jiangli.
Only after staring blankly for quite some time did Yang Qing instinctively reach out to catch the little creature hanging from him.
As his palm supported Jiangli's hind legs, an utterly excited voice suddenly rang out in his mind.
It was so adorable it could melt anyone's heart.
"Master, Master, do you still remember Jiangli?"
Jiangli. It really was Jiangli!
Joy finally began to surface in Yang Qing's eyes.
To be honest, there were very few people Yang Qing remembered and kept close to his heart. Over all these years, apart from Bu Er, Jiang Zhizhou, and a handful of others, Jiangli remained the one he could least forget.
Jiangli could not speak, but it had always understood Yang Qing's thoughts remarkably well and lent its aid at just