"Sanmao, take action!!!" the Ancient and Modern Little Princess shouted, her beautiful eyes contracting fiercely, filled with intense apprehension.
Ji Qinghe's gentle motion gave her an instinct she could not resist.
So, she could only let Sanmao take action.
Sanmao was the little sable with an Ancient Divine Blood bloodline on her shoulder.
This little sable was encountered by chance when she was very young.
Initially, she thought it was a special cat; because its tail had three colors, she named it Sanmao. Even after learning it was not a cat but a mother sable with an Ancient Divine Blood bloodline, she still called it Sanmao.
In the past two years, Sanmao rarely intervened because ninety-nine point nine percent of Martial Arts Practitioners were not a match for Ancient and Modern.
No need for Sanmao.
But at this moment.
Sanmao must act.
"Whoosh..."
