Feng Yin chuckled, "You're already doing great. Persistence is key, but there's no need to rush."
Feng Ying: "Mmm-hmm..."
This little creature could only progress quickly by consuming poisonous substances. But it had to be careful in discerning the toxicity degree—never should the poison be too potent for it. If it consumed something more venomous than itself, it would surely die of poisoning.
The Ghostly Soul Snake increasingly felt it was losing its edge.
Even before its Demon Transformation, it already ranked as one of the world's nine Absolute Poisons. Now that it has successfully transformed, it still fears getting poisoned to death?!
This was just too absurd, too absurd!
Filled with an inexplicable dejection, it laid comfortably in Feng Yin's hand, its body relaxed like a noodle, implying it had lost all will to strive further: I feel like there's not much of hope left, no point in striving...
