"Mr. Xiao, come to me if you need anything."
A good number of Mutated Beings outside the Beast Race greeted Xiao Mu.
Mei Xian's enthusiasm was almost uncontrollable. Upon laying eyes on Xiao Mu, she extended her small, whitish hand, constantly waving at him, as if afraid that he might not see her.
"Ahem!"
Embarrassed, Xiao Mu coughed, "I'm just fine here."
The overwhelming amicability from Mei Xian, a tree, often left him defenseless. Yet, were she a different being, he might not mind a bit of something happening between them.
After a moment's hesitation, he walked directly towards Zhu Zhu.
This eight-armed spiderwoman gave him a sense of security and certainly wouldn't attempt to consume him in a single gulp like Mei Xian.
"I want to ask, how might one acquire ancient relics that are more than three hundred years old? Preferably, Taoist Magical Implements, and those without mutations."