Upon hearing this, Xue Bingling chuckled and withdrew her gaze from the ghost mask. She turned to look at Shang Xiye, her voice soft and alluring: "Young Master Shang, you really know how to joke. If all horses in the world were as majestic as this one, people would fight tooth and nail for them."

Although it was a self-praise, Ghost Face felt that his voice was no longer appealing.

Unable to withstand the male master's sharp tongue, Ghost Face's four paws went limp, and he collapsed to the ground, glaring at Shang Xiye with resentment: "Male master, you're really something! When you see the female master, I'll definitely report to her the truth about your affair with this little fox!"

Shang Xiye smiled slightly at Xue Bingling's words and said nothing more.

He whispered to Ghost Face, "The situation is not good right now. You should keep a low profile and recover from your injuries. Don't attract too much attention, or you might be morally blackmailed by these monsters and used as cannon fodder."

Ghost Face: "..." His large, dark, and bright eyes were filled with tears.

Master, you still love Mianmian!

You've got it all wrong!

Even if you have an affair with this little fox, Mianmian won't tattle on you. At most, she'll secretly tell the mistress a word or two!

Shang Xiye asked Xue Moqian to send someone to carry the Ghost Mask into her residence. Turning around, she saw the Ghost Mask's expressive eyes, pursed her lips, and, unable to bear it any longer, transmitted her thoughts again: "You'd better put away your gossipy little eyes, take good care of your injuries and stop overthinking; if I hear anything I shouldn't hear from Yao Yao in the future, I'll personally skin you alive and make you into roasted beast meat."

Holy crap, is the male master some kind of tapeworm in his stomach?!

How can he even know what he's thinking?

Ghost Face shuddered, blinked, and quickly forced out an extremely fawning expression: "Master, what are you saying? Mianmian is your contracted beast. If you and the mistress don't get along, Mianmian won't benefit either, right? Don't worry, Mianmian is very perceptive!"

Shang Xiye glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, leaving him with a "I'd be a fool to believe you" expression.

Next, the group went back into the house to continue discussing their plans to enter the tomb.

The date for entering the tomb was set for half a month later.

Led by Shang Xiye and the Snow Fox Clan, each of the other demon beast clans selected two great demons of the second to seventh rank to accompany and assist them.

Given the current situation, this is the most powerful force that the entire demon beast race can muster.

During these two weeks, Shang Xiye was like a pill-refining machine.

He used spiritual liquid as a supplement and refined pills day and night, leaving behind a large number of pills that could temper the body and enhance strength for the demon beast race.

He also stored up enough pills of various kinds for himself and the demon beasts who were preparing to enter the Divine Tomb, in case of emergency.

Upon receiving these pills, Xue Moqian and the leaders of the various demon beast races were extremely excited, and they all expressed:

"Young Master Shang, if our Snow Fox clan survives this calamity, we are willing to follow you as a whole and obey your every command!"

"Yes, yes, our Wind Wolf clan is also willing to follow you, young master!"

"And our Thunder Leopard clan is also willing to follow you, young master!"

"..."

Ghost Face stealthily approached Shang Xiye, giving a cold glance at the hordes of monsters covering the mountains and fields.

Suddenly, a loud roar erupted, shaking the mountains and rivers.

"This is my master! You guys are eyeing my master, did you even ask my opinion?!"

The group of demonic beasts: "..."

Shang Xiye: "..." I told you to keep a low profile?