The mutated cheetah had an extremely excited look on its face. Its eyes were filled with anxiety as it looked at Zhou Hao in front of it, and it said excitedly,""Let's go, boss, we'll dig out that tree which bears the fruit of spiritual energy and bury it beside the spring!"
When Zhou Hao saw how excited the mutated cheetah was, he couldn't believe his eyes.
The gray-haired man, in particular, didn't trust the mutated cheetah at all. He had a feeling that this fellow might turn on him soon, and so he had always been on guard against him.
Now that he saw that he was going to dig up the spiritual fruit tree without a care, a trace of suspicion suddenly filled his face. He looked at Zhou Hao in confusion and said in human language,"Boss, don't you feel that there's something wrong with this mutated cheetah?"
In truth, Zhou Hao had felt it too, but he didn't doubt the loyalty of the mutant leopard exotic beast. As such, he asked in confusion,""Why are you so excited?"
