The old mountain lord's words were like iron, lacking an indisputable authority, yet mysteriously convincing and reassuring.
Xi He was momentarily stunned, then looked over at the big cat and Xiao Zhu in the distance, hesitating to speak.
"Hmph! If you have something to say, just say it. I really can't stand your hesitant demeanor."
The big cat spoke disdainfully, licking its paws as it did so, a stark contrast to its sharp voice.
Xiao Zhu reverted to his usual form; the fog-like human face long vanished. Silently, he rose into the air and found a favored peak, gently winding around it to quietly watch Xi He.
"My connection with my true form is nearly severed. This means their battle with the ominous ones has reached a fever pitch, with no mind for us,
and if the Silver Throne has issues at such a time, it will surely affect our plans,"
Xi He said softly.
