According to Xue Mao's insinuation, it didn't matter how powerful this cultivator was, unless they were an Immortal Emperor, the Shadow Phoenix's misfortunate destiny would be transfered to them. The sheer thought of it made Xiao Ming feel his skin crawl.
However, his gaze didn't waver, a sharp glint flashed through his eyes. Xue Mao was all too familiar with the look Xiao Ming wore. It was the kind of gaze he wore whenever he wanted to attempt anything suicidal or a stubborn decision in general.
"I don't believe you Little Xue, how unlucky must that creature be to be able to forcibly limit lifespan. Tsk! Tsk! It sounds very funny even merely listening to it, what more reasoning about it?" Xiao Ming cheered himself with false confidence boost.
"Hmm…well, you'll look out for it and see for yourself that it's really a creature of misfortune" Xue Mao sighed tiredly. In a flash, it was all curled up on Xiao Ming's shoulder.