But that indescribable, profound aura finally made Su Ping realize why the Mountain Master of the Hundred Thousand Mountains in Dianzang, the Gu Divine Wood, had been so wary of such an adorable-looking little kitten. There was indeed a good reason for it.
"Leng Ao, lead the men and continue guarding Beiyuan. I'll go on ahead!"
The Legend of the Holy Dragon waved his hand and leaped directly off the cliff.
Ten minutes later, the group headed toward the frozen extreme north.
Sitting on Bai Hu, which stood over three meters tall like a small elephant, Su Ping felt a bit awkward. Looking at the Legend of the Holy Dragon walking alone ahead, he finally couldn't help but say, "Holy Dragon, I think I'll get down and walk. We're about to enter the White Bone Desolate Land up ahead, right?"
