"Brother Shi, you're truly... hiding your strength well."
The Groundhog couldn't help but praise the Iron-Eating Beast.
This was genuine praise, not just flattery.
Because in their memory, the Iron-Eating Beast was always eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating.
Twenty hours a day sleeping, and the remaining four hours eating, seemingly lazy.
But who would have thought, its strength was so powerful, well-hidden indeed.
This is definitely like the "sweeping monk" in the front yard.
Speed, defense, attack, all top-notch, with such strong insight.
Who could have imagined, beneath a desolate floating island, there were so many Spirit Medicines hidden?
Even Ah Fei would be dwarfed by comparison, unable to achieve this.
At this moment, it seemed to understand, even if Brother Shi slept all day, the master wouldn't say a thing, because it actually had something up its sleeve!
