Zhi'er shook for a while before stopping to take another look.
The snake was limp and seemed a bit disoriented.
Before the little one could react, the Black Snake lifted its head first and opened its mouth again.
Zhi'er hurriedly swung it around a few more times.
Finally, the Black Snake completely slouched with its soft body, even its thin tongue sticking out at the side of its mouth.
The little one grunted twice and tied the Black Snake into a knot.
She placed it on the ground, squatting down with her big round eyes blinking as she observed.
"Hmm, cultivated for over four hundred years, your mana isn't weak, why don't you go find a place rich with spirit to practice, instead of pretending to be a ghost in someone else's house, claiming the territory for yourself."
The Black Snake swayed its body slightly and weakly stuck out its tongue.
Zhi'er cupped her little hand to her ear: "What? You say you were originally the Guardian Immortal of this place?"
