Qiao Sang's body suddenly stiffened, and he slowly turned his head.
Zhang Rongtang's eyes swept over and met his. A corner of his mouth twitched upward in a smile, but it was a smile that gave off a completely different vibe from the approachable uncle image he had just before.
A chill rose from Qiao Sang's coccyx to the crown of his head. He was like a cat with its fur standing on end, a Peking opera cry slipping out as he swiftly took a large step back.
It wasn't the sudden appearance of the man that had frightened him so much as the Pet Beast next to the man that stood over four meters high. Its body's color almost fused with the night, and its blood-red eyes were staring at you. Then it smiled and even left drool behind—such a Spectral-type Pet Beast was terrifying!
Just that one glance nearly scared Qiao Sang to death on the spot.
What kind of entrance was that?!
And if you want to smile, just smile! What's with looking at me and drooling?
