"You?!"
Bear Wind roared with laughter, his bone-white fangs jutting past his lips and gleaming with a heart-stopping, cold light.
The dust collected in the cavern trembled with his laughter, and the entire grotto seemed to be in the throes of a violent earthquake.
It was clear Bear Wind was laughing with wild abandon. A Fourth-Layer Golden Core Cultivator telling a Mid-stage Nascent Soul Ancient Beast of the Wilderness—one on the verge of breaking through to the Late-stage—to throw in his lot with him and be protected? Who wouldn't laugh at such a notion?
Fang Qingyuan was also smiling, but his was a sincere smile. Jinbao, not understanding why, saw the two who were kindest to him—the Cultivator and his kin—both laughing, so he began to giggle foolishly as well.
After a long moment, Bear Wind stopped laughing. The smile vanished from his lips, and he retorted:
