Zhao Hai looked at the big rat in front of him. The big rat had been washed by Laura and the others. It still looked as cute as before, but its eyes were much gentler.
"What kind of race are you goldbiter rats?" Zhao Hai asked the large rat. What level of demonic beast is it?"
Zhao Hai was talking to the rat because he realized that the rat was very smart. Its intelligence was no less than a human's, but it could not take on a human form.
The big rat immediately replied, " young master, our gold-eating rat clan doesn't have a hierarchy. Even in the world of demonic beasts, there's no hierarchy. The weakest gold-eating rat is no different from an ordinary rank one demonic beast. Any cultivator can kill it. However, the strongest gold-eating rat can fight the strongest cultivator without being at a disadvantage. So, there's no hierarchy in our gold-eating rat clan. &Quot;
"Where's that person?" Zhao Hai nodded. How high is your level now?"
