A glint in his eye, Ye Xuan's Spirit Pet Bag flashed. He grabbed a purple figure by the ears and tossed it directly at Chen Bin.
The purple figure screeched in protest mid-air, flailing its limbs and baring its teeth, looking utterly displeased. It was, of course, the Little Purple Mink.
For the past two years, the Little Purple Mink had been recuperating in Ye Xuan's Spirit Pet Bag, consuming a large number of Pills, Spirit Medicines, and Profound Stones daily. Compared to when Ye Xuan first found it in the Liuyun Kingdom, it had undergone a dramatic transformation.
Though annoyed that Ye Xuan had disturbed its nap, it sensed the situation in the hall and immediately understood his intent. Its eyes, like a pair of purple gemstones, glared resentfully at the culprit, Chen Bin. With a sizzle, its body transformed into a streak of purple lightning and shot forward instantly.
