Ye Zhiqiu was just carried by Han Yu to experience an Earth Escape Technique when he popped his head out, only to be met face-to-face by a tiger-headed figure.
Hmm! It really is a tiger, a little white tiger.
Darn it, it can even swear.
"Spirit Body!"
In the Sea of Consciousness, the Artifact Spirit gasped in disbelief, her little face full of amazement.
How can there be a Spirit Body here?
Han Yu's expression turned peculiar. Didn't the conditions for Spirit Body formation supposed to be harsh!
Even a tiger can form a Spirit Body, this is somewhat unreasonable.
"It doesn't seem like an ordinary tiger."
The Artifact Spirit's expression was serious, continuously scrutinizing it.
"Nonsense!"
If it could form a Spirit Body, how could it be ordinary?
Besides, who has seen a tiger that can speak human language!
Han Yu said irritably, then grabbed Ye Zhiqiu and leaped up from the ground.
"Not a dead head."
