I Don’t Want to Be a Silk Banner!

To win the favor of a holy beast definitely wasn't an easy thing to accomplish.

Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had to admit that Wang Ling indeed had a special kind of charisma.

After all, this was a silver unicorn in front of them now, a species that could hardly be seen anymore. If word got out, it wasn't farfetched to think that people would go to war over it.

Staring at the silver unicorn, the young man in white sighed. "If you want to join us, you need to take a test."

"A test?"

After some consideration, the silver unicorn quickly nodded. "As long as you don't hand me over to the nation, anything is fine."

Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "…" Nowadays, even holy beasts were so frank…