Jingjing had short legs. By the time it scurried over, taking tiny, hurried steps, the area inside the gate was already densely packed with people—quite a spectacular sight.
Luckily, it was small. With its agile yet stocky build, it successfully navigated the sea of people and leaped into Tang Mo's arms.
...
The moment she hugged Jingjing, Tang Mo felt its immense weight.
Jingjing must have eaten very well during the days she was gone. Holding it was now a bit of a struggle for her.
Tang Mo made a decision. From now on, she would hold Jingjing more often. Perhaps it would help her get used to wielding Heavenly's axe faster.
It would be like carrying a sandbag around every day.
'Jingjing, do you recognize that mutant beast?'
Tang Mo was communicating with Jingjing telepathically. With so many prying eyes, it wasn't wise to speak aloud.
This was the very reason she had been in such a hurry to summon Jingjing.
