Zhang Qianren looked up, his pupils slightly dilated, and blurted out, "Monster!"
The opponent clearly wasn't some kind of black technology product, but a genuine living being. It had no mouth, yet it could speak and fly. If it wasn't a monster, then what was it?
But after saying this, Zhang Qianren felt somewhat regretful.
After all, it had just been kindly comforting him.
"Sorry."
Zhang Qianren nodded at the creature, feeling his gesture lacked sincerity.
But there was no helping it; Chinese men don't have a habit of bowing casually to others. To add a bow now would seem too deliberate, and the creature might not even understand his intention.
"Master 98725 is not a monster."
He Nanguang immediately picked up the conversation, explaining, "It is an elf from the Prophet's house, possessing many special abilities that can reverse the battlefield situation, and has saved many members of the Grass Hut Academy in space battles."
