The Lingshan Immortal once said, 'It calls me Shishu.'
Could it really be it?
Zhang Feng pondered, examining it anew. He noted that some Martial Arts had already taken hold in it, and its Spiritual Thought had been cultivated successfully, with subtle Spiritual Power moving around it.
Its natural talent is quite commendable, even comparable to this 'human' businessman.
Moreover, now that it 'speaks like a human,' it indeed has 'become a spirit.'
"Indeed, a rare talent." Zhang Feng shook his head and said, "If allowed to go unchecked and leave, you will certainly achieve Dan Jin, cultivate the Three Dao Spiritual Thoughts, and become a calamity to the world within fifty years."
Zhang Feng averted his gaze from its human-like despair and looked at the nearby pit,
"This dungeon cannot contain you, nor can it leave you be."
"Shishu..."
Swish—
A blade light crossed, beheading the mouse, cutting off all its speech.
