"Xiang, why aren't you coming out yet? We're already in Tian Forest."
Glancing down at his own hand, Yang Zhiqiang called out his little snake. A second later, his sleeve moved before a small head of a little white snake came out and took a quick peek outside.
Yang Zhiqiang knew his little demonic beast might be still sleepy at this time. Usually, both of him and his little pet were yet to wake up by now. Only after morning classes came to an end in Baiyun Sect, they used to get up. Since he woke up a bit early today to leave for Jianyu Sect, it didn't seem like his little pet also got to take its nap properly.
Right now, his little demonic beast had its silvery white tail and body wrapped around his forearm. Wherever he went, Yang Zhiqiang always took this little white snake just like this. People thought he was crazy or even loosing some screws in the head to carry a snake wherever he went.
