Yang Xiao spent a night at the Winged Dragon Tribe, and early the next morning, was pulled by Xiao Bing to search for salt.
Since Xiao Bing first tasted salt last night, she had no interest in any food this morning.
The thought of living without salt in the future was unbearable, so at dawn, she dragged Yang Xiao to find salt.
Yang Xiao, helpless, had to follow Xiao Bing to search for salt.
The Three Elders of Mystic Ice Winged Dragon watched the two leave and shook their heads.
The third elder couldn't help but say:
"Alright, as long as she doesn't bother me, she can do as she pleases."
Yang Xiao and Xiao Bing flew for a while and arrived at a lake dozens of kilometers away from the Winged Dragon Tribe.
From mid-air, the lake was vast and boundless.
"Brother Yang Xiao, look, is there any salt here?"
Yang Xiao walked to the lake, glanced at it.
The water was clear and bright.
He scooped some with his hand and tasted it; it was fresh water.
