Hearing the familiar call of Little White, Xiao Ye's face was full of surprise. How could Little White be here?
As Little White's cry echoed, the enormous ferocious beast immediately ceased its attack on Xiao Ye, lying down like a tame kitten.
Xiao Ye fixed his gaze and saw the thick fog dissipating from the body of the beast, revealing its true form.
It was a beast with a fish-like face, covered in scales, with eyes as large as lanterns radiating a crimson glow.
However, what shocked Xiao Ye the most was the small white figure standing on top of the beast's head—it was Little White.
At that moment, Little White proudly lifted its head, staring at Xiao Ye as if it were the sovereign of beasts, exuding an aura of disdain for the world from its petite form.
Its eyes contained a natural indifference as it watched Xiao Ye.
