Low Hill Courtyard.
Chen Mu pinched an oval-shaped emerald insect and examined it.
The insect was the size of a fingernail and entirely a lustrous green, looking as if it were carved from jade.
When motionless, it appeared quite exquisite.
But Chen Mu wouldn't forget how irritable they were last night.
"Thank goodness they have a limit to how many times they can split." Just thinking about that overwhelming scenario made Chen Mu shiver uncontrollably.
"One must not underestimate exotic beasts," Chen Mu narrowed his eyes.
The previous encounter with the antlered black sheep, which he could knock down with a single punch each, had led him to believe that exotic beasts were of little concern.
But the strange beetles had taught Chen Mu a lesson.
"They might have some bizarre abilities."
...
"I've never seen it before," Old Hao, holding the insect, shook his head in confusion.
