As soon as Zhui Tou landed on the ground, he held the golden hammer at his chest, continuously scanning the area in front with his jet-black eyes, making the two long tentacles on his head quiver incessantly.
"Zhui Tou, my Daoist friend, don't panic. There are no enemies here," Shen Luo said with a chuckle when he noticed the caution in Zhui Tou's eyes.
"Then why have you summoned me here? I was in the midst of my training!" replied Zhui Tou, sounding rather annoyed.
"I hadn't expected you, Zhui Tou, to be so diligent in your training!" Shen Luo mildly praised.
"Of course, our Shrimp Clan has an old saying: Life never stops, and cultivation never stops. Those with lesser strength are destined to be enslaved!" Zhui Tou still seemed a little resentful toward Shen Luo.
