Su Qingluo smiled playfully and released a burst of scorching spiritual power from her palm, causing the river clam to shiver violently.
"If you keep disobeying me, I'll let Yin'er spit fire. Roasted river clam should taste pretty good," she threatened.
Su Qingluo slapped the clamshell and retracted her hand, giving Little Kingfisher a teasing look.
"Chirp chirp!"
Little Kingfisher got the hint and flapped its wings to help along.
"No, no fire!"
A weak voice suddenly came from the clam spirit in the ears of both the bird and the girl. The clam spirit was frightened, trembling and begging for mercy.
"Huh, it can speak human language now?"
Little Kingfisher trembled in excitement and amazement.
A clam spirit that could speak human language had already transcended the realm of low-level spirits and could be considered a true monster.
A monster would have a Monster Core, which would greatly benefit cultivation once formed.
