A muffled bang followed by a squeaking scream was heard just now, but was blown away by the biting mountain wind.

Due to his slow body reaction and failure to control his strength, Zhi He Chou's face directly hit an uneven and hard rock.

Suddenly, he felt as if his mind was exploding and buzzing, and even the ever-present severe pain in his body seemed to be gradually going away.

"Junior brother Zhihe, let's forget it!"

"Zhihe, don't be stubborn, come down quickly, you can't climb up."

…

There was a sound of shouting and yelling that sounded familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time. The strange thing was that at this moment, even though these sounds were so peaceful, every word could be clearly heard.

The sound seemed to be echoing in my mind with a strange magic power.

Give up! You are a waste to begin with, so what if you give up?

Brothers and sisters, you don’t have any bad intentions. It doesn’t matter if others ridicule you a few times. Aren’t you already used to this?

All that was left in his mind was drowsiness, but these voices were like slaps, hitting Zhihe hard on the face.

At this moment, there was only one thought left in his mind, and he must not let go of his hand.

But the warm and sore feeling on his face still gave him the urge to cry out of grievance. He even couldn't tell whether the blood or tears flowing on his face was blood.

At this moment, a very familiar and shrill howl suddenly sounded in Zhihe's ears.

"Zhihe, stop crawling! It's senior sister's fault, and senior sister doesn't want to do this. I just can't bear to see you always focusing on those beasts..."

Zhihe clung to the cliff and his body trembled violently, then he slowly raised his head and subconsciously looked behind him.

These words with a hint of wail were shouted by Senior Sister Zhiyu.

The vision in his eyes was already blurry, but he looked straight in the direction of Zhiyu for a moment with incomparable precision.

Suddenly, a strange smile appeared on his face covered with blood and tears, and he squeezed out the last bit of strength in his body and murmured.

"Dragon rats are not beasts, they are my partners!"

"Ah...hehe..."

No one could hear Zhihe's murmuring laughter, but he no longer cared.

Not knowing where the strength came from, he actually freed up a hand to fumble around the top of his head.

At this moment, he seemed to be in a daze, mumbling indistinctly while moving numbly upward inch by inch.

"You like geniuses and treasures, and you like magic arts and magic, but I just like dragons and rats. Is it wrong?

Isn’t it supposed to be a great freedom and joy in spiritual practice? Isn’t it just about fighting bravely and fighting to the death?
Chapter completed!