"Meow!"
In the vast snowy wilderness, a sorrowful scream echoed in the cold wind.
The lynx-like creature huddled itself into a ball, allowing the wild wind to ruffle its mousy grey fur.
With no other choice, Shao Zifeng stopped in his tracks and looked at the trembling fur ball not far away.
Ever since he had stopped it from turning into a ghostly form, the creature had been letting out those mournful screams as if Shao Zifeng had done something terrible to it.
Calling it out was supposed to alleviate the anxiety of being alone.
Well done, your howling is making things even more tense.
"Stop howling."
"Meow!"
"You're so furry and you're still afraid of the cold?"
"Meow."
Shao Zifeng glanced at the Snow Dragon vessel not far away: "Go ahead and transform, it's not a big deal, do you need to cry so miserably?"
Hearing Shao Zifeng's words, the creature's body surged with a faint dark aura and it turned into a light shadow.
