Venerable Yellow Mountain wasn't convinced. He stretched out his hand and held Doudou in place. "Don't move."
"What's the matter now?" Doudou said. It had just ascended, and acquired a seven-color monster core with eight patterns; its entire self was in a state of excitement, so when faced with its owner, Yellow Mountain, it was inevitably somewhat arrogant.
"Don't move!" Venerable Yellow Mountain's right hand pressed hard onto Doudou, pressing it onto the ground like a dead dog, and leaving it unable to move.
Doudou cried, "Woof! Stupid Yellow Mountain, I was wrong~"
The master was still the master; it was best not to provoke him!
Venerable Yellow Mountain's consciousness entered Doudou's dantian again, and carefully observed the bottom of his monster core.
There, a metal version of little friend Song Shuhang's head twinkled. It was very eye-catching, and it looked like some sort of mark.
