Peter huddled, trembling uncontrollably behind the chair, watching Zhang Beixing approach him step by step with the monster in tow.
He had never imagined that this man he had always looked down upon would dare to do something like this. Although Peter knew Zhang Beixing's identity and his father always treated him with great respect, even fawning over him, Peter saw only the distinction between nobles and commoners in this world. Even if Zhang Beixing was strong, his lowly bloodline meant he could never catch up to these nobles in his lifetime.
"What do you want to do? Hurry up and get that damn monster out of the church."
Zhang Beixing found Peter's trembling and incessant shouting amusing, so he wanted to give Peter a close-up encounter with the monster.
About halfway there, Zhang Beixing paused, looking at the monster in his hand with some doubt.
