The next morning.
After cultivating and recuperating through the night, Xiao Chen's injuries had almost completely healed. But after being set up by Zhao Lin'er, neither master nor disciple could swallow this insult. In the end, they decided to return to Treant Valley and wait for a chance to take revenge.
When they set out, KeKe, the snow-white Little Beast, clung to them and refused to leave, seemingly wanting to accompany them. Having long been accustomed to solitude, the snow-white Little Beast had suddenly found playmates. It was as though it had discovered a new world, so naturally, it was unwilling to part with them no matter what.
As for the Little Beast's name, Bai He had given it that name the previous night.
Along the way, KeKe, the snow-white Little Beast, lay atop Bai He's head, its little snow-white paws gripping Bai He's dragon horns as if they were a steering wheel. It would rise up at times and lie back down at others, giggling "hehe" without pause.
After trying the smooth skulls of the three skeletons and Xiao Chen's thick black hair in turn, KeKe, the snow-white Little Beast, ultimately found Bai He's head more comfortable. With those silver dragon horns, it could not only lie facedown, but also lie on its back...
Bai He could only count himself fortunate that the Little Holy Tree sprouting from the snow-white Little Beast's head was multicolored rather than a pure lush green. Otherwise, he would have thought it was retribution. After all, he had mocked Yarold not long ago for having a green grassland atop his head. If he then ended up with a verdant forest atop his own head, it would have been far too ironic...
Along the way, the snow-white Little Beast seemed exceptionally cheerful and curious about