"You glib-tongued cat, get off this king's shoulder right now!"
With a fierce scolding, Xiao Ming raised his hand and slapped Xue Mao away without hesitation.
"Y-You…!"
Xue Mao was momentarily stunned by Xiao Ming's sudden aggression, his small body sent flying into the distance. Yet, instead of getting angry, the snow cat's expression quickly shifted into a sly grin.
At that moment, it understood everything.
It was the master of the formation, and its spiritual senses had long noticed the subtle shifts in the air. The concealing formation that shielded them was beginning to weaken, unable to contain the Heavenly Tribulation brewing above.
If it remained on Xiao Ming's body at this crucial moment and got caught in the lightning's path, it was highly likely that it would even suffer serious injuries.
So that's why he hit me away…
It was not out of anger—but benevolence.