"Theoretically, such a creature should possess almost no weakness. But if you ask specifically about Juren Frost, the Zheng raised by my brother, then I can tell you this…"
A faint smile appeared on the old man's wrinkled face.
"He loved playing games of chase. And whenever he lost, he would sulk for hours like a spoiled child."
Eamor coughed softly while trying not to laugh.
Ares continued. "He was also extremely fond of fish. Whether all Zheng share similar preferences, I cannot say."
Kiara listened silently.
Honestly…
None of this sounded useful.
It felt less like information about the legendary beast and more like an old grandfather reminiscing about a troublesome family pet.
Then Ares Frost added another point.
"One true weakness shared by Zheng beasts is their terrible temper."
Kiara raised an eyebrow slightly. "How is that a weakness?"
The old man leaned back slowly. "Because anger clouds judgment."
His voice deepened.
