บท 1150: Not from Hansworth

Just the recent scent of blood would inevitably attract other spirit beasts.

Braydon Neal walked on the grassy field, handed the small black cat to Jayven Neal, and whispered, "Consider this little black cat a gift for you."

Jayven: "???"

After a moment of silence, Jayven smiled bitterly and said, "Brother, I can't subdue it. I lack the strength to control such a powerful spirit beast."

"No worries!"

Braydon was next to him, making sure the small black cat wouldn't harm Jayven.

Then, Jayven reluctantly took the small black cat, his face somewhat pale.

The Double-Tailed Demon Cat stared with wide eyes at Jayven, making people's hearts shiver.

Sapphire Neal's eyes showed a hint of worry, feeling that the small black cat might not be easily tamed.