Han Yu looked down at the oversized rat sitting proudly before him before finally shaking his head in resignation.
There truly was no saving Chitterfang from becoming rounder with every passing year. The creature had gone from a nimble spirit rat into something that looked halfway between a wealthy merchant and a fluffy meatball.
Still, despite the ridiculous appearance, Han Yu trusted the rat more than most cultivators in the sect. Without saying anything further, Han Yu raised his hand and took out a dark silver bracelet from his spatial ring.
The bracelet looked simple at first glance, but upon closer inspection countless tiny formation lines could be seen etched into its inner surface. Small beast shaped runes moved faintly across it like living creatures swimming beneath water.
The moment it appeared, Chitterfang's whiskers twitched.
"Oh?" the rat squeaked excitedly. "Are we traveling again?"
