The Dao puppet was taken aback, turning to it and asked, "Are you of any use?"
The Sky Thunder Rat bared its teeth, pointing to its set of white fangs, and said, "I can eat."
"The more I eat, the more I digest, the stronger my body becomes."
Pausing, the Sky Thunder Rat looked somewhat dispirited as it addressed the Dao puppet, "My body is actually quite strong, even if struck by the full force of a mid-ranked third tier magical beast, I could still bounce back, it's just——"
The Dao puppet understood, the only issue is your soul is not your strong suit, you feel tricked by me, right?
After some thought, the Dao puppet decided to toss the dilapidated robe to the Sky Thunder Rat.
When the robe was intact, it was undoubtedly a remarkable piece of magic treasure.
If the Sky Thunder Rat could eat and digest it, it was believed to gain some benefits from it.
