"Who exactly is this person?"
Deputy Prefect, side hall.
Even Yuwen Ying didn't have the mood to sit and drink at this moment. He waved his hand, dismissing the singers below the stage, and looked solemnly at a large rat below the hall.
Right now, the Golden-Haired Rat looked rather pitiful.
Not only had it lost one of its eyes and was bleeding, but its large front tooth was chipped halfway. The worst was that its long tail was severed from the base, causing it to cry out in pain.
"Such a scoundrel! Daring to injure my life-bound Spirit Beast, whoever it is, is doomed."
A middle-aged man in purple clothing, his eyes flashing coldly, stroked the rat's golden fur while applying medicine, and spoke harshly.
This person was none other than Master Anman of the Celestial Witchcraft Sect. He had sent the Spirit Pet to investigate, hoping to take the opportunity to directly kill the injured Han Wushang.
