Experimental materials of this kind are abundant.
On a whim, Yi Chen tried using the psychic steel stamp, and, unexpectedly, he made an accidental discovery. He looked at the three before him with eyes that became somewhat dangerous.
"Senior, this is my mutated cloud leopard. I've raised it for many years; it moves like the wind. How could it possibly be your crimson leopard?" The disfigured cultivator suddenly became anxious.
"Fellow Taoist, that's not reasonable. You say it's yours—call it and see if it even gives you any attention."
Upon hearing this, the disfigured cultivator immediately called out verbally and then performed hand seals to cast a spell, but the leopard, previously very close to him, remained motionless, standing by Yi Chen's side.
"Alright, fellow Taoists, I believe this was an unwitting mistake on your part, and the Yi Taoist forgives you. Seeing as the three of you are quite familiar with this ruined flesh hall, why don't we enter together?"
