Although the silver-haired Companion Beast made Zhou Lingfeng sound terrible, Zhou Wen didn't think so.
Sometimes, giving up was harder than persisting. Furthermore, what the silver-haired Companion Beast said was only one-sided. Only they knew the truth.
"What's your relationship with Chess Mountain?" Zhou Wen interrupted the silver-haired Companion Beast's complaints and asked a question he really wanted the answer to.
If The Thearch was really Nüwa and the silver-haired Companion Beast was Earth's Companion Beast, what was the relationship between the silver-haired Companion Beast that suddenly awakened when he approached Chess Mountain and Nüwa?
Could it be as Jing Daoxian had said, Chess Mountain was the beginning of myths?
"Why should I tell you?" The silver-haired Companion Beast snorted coldly.
"Don't you owe me an answer?" Zhou Wen asked.
