C70 Jing
Zhang Hao paused, suspecting that the little girl had been separated from her friends and ended up here alone, so he asked her with a hint of uncertainty.
To his surprise, instead of answering, the girl simply stood there, eyeing him with curiosity.
"She has a familiar scent, reminiscent of a creature I once relished."
The voice of the Black Hou Beast echoed in Zhang Hao's mind at that moment