A monkey-shaped spirit beast—only slightly larger than Xiao Mo, its fur shimmering like polished gold under the sunlight. It clung upside down by its tail, posture relaxed, like it didn't know fear—or maybe it simply didn't need to. Where the roc was massive and domineering, this monkey was sleek and eerie in its calmness. Its golden fur shimmered not like treasure, but like warning. But it wasn't the cuteness that made Wen Ran's blood run cold.
It was its aura.
"Nascent Soul realm…?" he muttered under his breath, unable to suppress the chill that ran through his spine. "You've got to be kidding me…"
His entire body tensed. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Why do I keep attracting freaks? First the roc, now this walking golden nightmare… what next? A dragon? A god?
His jaw clenched.
