Bai Lingling looked at Lin Xiaoyu with a slightly puzzled expression. For a moment, she really did not understand what that girl was talking about, because her mind had still been caught between the broken inner core in her body, the shameless demon lord in her dream, and the suspicious little black beast lying beside her as if he had never done a single bad thing in his life.
"Spirit beasts?" Bai Lingling repeated, and her tone carried clear confusion.
Lin Xiaoyu nodded so hard that the little ornaments in her hair almost shook loose. "Yes, Young Miss, spirit beasts. They have arrived already."
Before Bai Lingling could ask more, Uncle Shen had already stepped forward, and the old man's usually steady face was now carrying obvious excitement. He tried to control it, and he really did try, but this was not the kind of matter a warrior could hear and stay calm over.
