Sha Mi looked around, its golden pupils exuding a repressed and violent emotion, as though it was a powder keg ready to explode at any moment. Yet, amidst the agitation, there seemed to be a hint of dread hidden deep in its eyes.
Evidently, it felt threatened by the Spirit Celestial King.
Over the years, though it had lost its freedom and was sealed within the Spirit Medium, it recognized the man before it, having crossed paths once.
Although the appearance of the other had changed drastically, even completely altered, the aura remained very familiar.
To a Demon Beast, aura is far more accurate than appearance.
A person's life aura seldom undergoes significant changes.
"That little brat from before, it seems you are the so-called Spirit Celestial King?"
Sha Mi's voice was somewhat sharp, ostensibly inquiring, yet the tone was assured.
Presumably, it was forty years ago when they met once, and then its Host was not Hong Yi.
