Amon took out the carcass and placed it inside the now empty structures after Amon stored all the bookshelves in his space ring.
"Ethereal Bronze-skinned Snake," the spirit said after seeing the carcass. Amon never bothered to ask the spirit's name all this time. When he wanted to ask the spirit a question, he simply called the spirit, spirit.
"You found this carcass or you killed it?" The spirit asked.
"Killed it," Amon answered.
"You are indeed exceptional. This phyton is extremely dangerous. Even someone with high cultivation could still fall prey to it. Only those that have entered the Martial realm and have developed the ability to detect others' presences can safely go up against this snake. Otherwise, they won't know from where this snake will attack."
Amon didn't pay attention to the spirit's ramblings. The spirit had done that often during these few days that Amon was here. He didn't know whether a spirit could get lonely. Perhaps that's why the spirit was so chatty.
