Spirit Pursuit and Hidden Intentions

A small spirit hiding in the side hall had watched the entire ordeal, and without hesitation, it hurried after him.

Its admiration for this human cultivator was boundless, like a mighty river flowing unceasingly. Nothing could deter it from following this man.

Puffing out its chest with pride, the little spirit even shot a glance at the two stunned female human cultivators, as if to say, "Bet you're shocked."

"There's still another spirit around?" Jiae Yao quickly noticed the small spirit, and just as she prepared to draw her sword, she paused. "Wait, it's so weak."

It was even weaker than the lowest-level red spirits. Using her weapon on such a pitiful spirit would almost feel like an insult to herself.

"It seems to be following him," Dayeon Xinyue murmured, sounding intrigued.

"How odd. Why would he keep such a weak spirit around?" Jiae Yao wondered aloud. "Forget it; what should we do now? Should we follow him?"