Having shooed away the squirrel, the two continued along the mountain path, the wild fruit having already been fed to Mo Shanshan by Zhang Qiling.
The Qinling mountains were imbued with spiritual energy, so it was hardly unusual for a creature or two to gain a measure of sentience.
Thinking the squirrel was an isolated case, they had not gone far when more and more animals began trailing behind them—even some large beasts among them. They kept a safe distance, making no aggressive moves. It was impossible to tell what they were up to.
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