The Ghostly Soul Snake shuddered, then leaped gracefully onto Feng Yin's palm, coiling itself neatly into a size that was barely bigger than a teacup lid.
It bowed and bobbed humbly, its little eyes glistening with an ingratiating charm.
Docile, weak, pitiful, yet endearing.
"Since you've decided to follow me, let me make something clear to you upfront," Feng Yin said.
He cradled the Ghostly Soul Snake, saying, "I know you've lived for many years and have much experience. Your abilities might still be decent currently and somewhat useful, but not for long. The enemies I'll face in the future will likely be many times stronger than today and far beyond your capacity to handle."
"When that time comes, the issue won't be whether you can help me or not. It will be whether you can survive by staying by my side."
