The small kylin indignantly opened its mouth and spouted out a large quantity of pink fog.
Clunk!
A crisp sound echoed. It was the sound of something falling on the ground. Su Yu lowered his head and looked toward it, his eyes contracting when he saw it.
The Real Spirit Dragon Veins, black metal box, Eight Directional Bamboo Flute and Underworld Pearl were all within that pink fog! The small kylin jumped out of Wu Aoyue's bosom and landed on the ground, then pushed the pile of treasures to Su Yu's feet with its nose. It seemed like it intended to give him all of its treasures.
At this moment, Su Yu still hadn't come back to his senses after what just happened. He had to wonder…did this young Real Spirit just recognized him as its master?
After all, this was only their second meeting. So, he had to wonder why he had become this small kylin's master!
"Master, isn't this your spiritual pet?" Wu Aoyue was also dumbfounded by the sight.
