The unsatisfied Mo—desperately shaking Ye Hanjun's trouser leg.
It was like a human child craving snacks or toys, ready to burst into tears if its wishes weren't satisfied.
"If the Jester Emperor is the enemy, then eat it up…"
"This is the highest legacy of Ancestor Hanba, given to you, but you can't transform into Hanba…"
Ye Hanjun rubbed his temples, truly at a loss with the little creature.
He couldn't speak to others, nor could he share the intelligence of the Cataclysmic Crow Master, to inform Hanba.
But Mie Quan had been paying close attention to Mo's changes from the beginning to the end.
Although this little creature clutching at Ye Hanjun's ankles was merely a Shining World Fetus,
the memory of it overpowering Mang Hao was still fresh.
From such a close distance, it was even clearer that the divinity possessed by the little one would not be inferior to Mu Yi, with an entire higher rank as the premise—how absurd was that?
"Cough…"
Ye Hanjun was well aware.
