The Myriad Beasts Pattern held the Goddess Ba in high esteem.
Its every word, every adjective, was imbued with the glory that once belonged solely to the Hanba Clan in the ancient times.
Hearing this, Ye Hanjun silently summoned Mu Yi.
At the same time, he released from the Hell's cage all such beings as the Buddhist chants, the morning dew, Yang Qi, Lie Xinxin… all set free.
"I've seen the deities of the Totem Tribe."
Mu Yi greeted simply, neither humbly nor arrogantly.
"Hmm? I seem to have seen you... Are you the third divine general under Goddess Ba?"
The Myriad Beasts Pattern abruptly withheld its flow of speech.
Due to old age, its sagging eyelids strained to widen, and its slit-like pupils expanded entirely.
"Yes." Mu Yi nodded, muttering:
"I have no memory of my senior. May I ask where and when you have seen me?"
"Merely a glance from afar, nothing more."
The Myriad Beasts Pattern shook its head, continuing with a sigh:
"The Hanba Clan is truly commendable."
