"Cultivator, are we really going to enter this living city? Wouldn't that be like walking into a lion's den?"
The moment Mousie heard the cultivator's words, it shrank its head a little and said with a hint of fear.
The gazes of the other Pet Beasts converged on it with strange expressions.
This time, they were collecting materials for its sake, yet the main character got cold feet first.
Mousie, sensing the gazes of the other Pet Beasts, suddenly realized this affected its radiant image. So it cleared its throat and explained,
"I'm just worried that you all might act too hastily, without sufficient caution, and trying to enter now, we're far behind, making it easy to fall into enemy ambushes."
The other Pet Beasts rolled their eyes, as no one believed Mousie's explanation; after all, they knew long ago... the hamster was not only afraid of the dark but also afraid of all kinds of strange things.