432 Farewell!

The little cub, that seemed to have just been born and was probably not yet a month old, wore a look of innocence and naivety. Its every movement was cute and clumsy, helplessly so.

The Moire Python watched it but as it did, tears streamed again from its eyes.

The Moire Python watched the little critter like it was its greatest treasure; as the little bear ran back and forth, weaving in a drunken manner, the Moire Python acted like a responsible babysitter as it followed it closely with its gaze, not even daring to blink.

When it saw the little bear falling down every now and then, it would pick it up quickly; when it saw the little bear running to a dangerous place, it would unleash its power of fief that belonged to high-level mystical beasts, so that no other beast would approach to threaten the cub.

The care and effort, as well as the heightened sense of caution, was no less than that of a biological parent!