Tan Xiao was frozen in place, while Hou Niao beside him seemed to have known all along, showing no reaction at all.
The little peacock didn't take this matter seriously at all. To humans, viewing themselves as rulers of the Myriad Clan, enslaving other races was only natural. But she didn't think so. In the view of ancient Holy Beasts, the Universe Cultivation Realm revered strength, and it was only natural for the weak to serve the strong.
"Don't think that I'm just playing with you two. That Great Demon Maosun really has humans pulling its carriage, just two little Foundation Establishment cultivators; that's not important. What's important is that you see the harness of this Luancar, it's clearly designed for human size and shape..."
While Tan Xiao was still internally struggling, Hou Niao confidently walked over, fastening a few Flood Dragon Ropes onto his shoulders and waist, walked a few steps in a proper manner, and clicked his tongue in praise,
