"Gulp—"
Zhou Zhi's scream had barely faded when Little White had already swallowed him whole.
The Nascent Soul of a Nascent Soul Cultivator was fundamentally no different from the Primordial Spirit, which to the currently growing Little White, was doubtlessly the greatest tonic.
At this moment, Little White's body radiated brightly, and in the blink of an eye, it had formed a cocoon-like sphere around itself.
The next moment, the sphere shook and wobbled before flying directly into the Beast Taming Bag at Zhu Fei's waist.
Poor Zhou Zhi, as a Nascent Soul Cultivator, not only was his physical body destroyed by Zhu Fei's sneak attack, but now even his Nascent Soul had become nourishment for Zhu Fei's pet, utterly annihilating both his body and spirit.
"Whoosh—"
Zhu Fei picked up the storage ring that Zhou Zhi had dropped and then turned to face Su Yan, who was in shock.
"Senior Su, long time no see."
