Hu Jiu was thrown into the beast god's mountain after a fierce beating.
Ming Shu went down the mountain with Yun Huang in her arms. They returned to the valley slowly in the midst of chaos.
Upon learning that the witcher spirit had been handled, the clansmen all breathed a sigh of relief.
They knew their leader would make it.
The shapeshifter world had suffered a great loss this time, and everyone who survived was lucky.
Then they were busy having babies and reproducing. No one cared about Ming Shu even when she said she was a witcher spirit.
What happened to the trust between beasts?
Ming Shu was sad.
Yun Huang seemed to have sensed her sorrow. But of course he didn't know what that emotion was, and he just felt she was not very happy.
"Here you are."
The bright flowers were tied in a bunch, and Yun Huang held it with both hands and delivered it before Ming Shu.
