Baojiao County, a desolate suburb.
Chen Ku carried the giant beast with yellow fur and black stripes on his shoulders, waiting in a gully. Soon, he saw the Skinny Dog he had dispatched, returning with a Blood Blade clutched in its mouth.
"Found a blade?"
He watched as the Skinny Dog presented the blade to him.
He was about to instinctively reach out to check it.
However, the Skinny Dog immediately blocked him and shook its head.
Chen Ku's expression grew curious.
"Is there a problem with this blade?"
He pondered for a moment and, with a gesture, turned the Skinny Dog into a wisp of white smoke that merged into his mind.
Suddenly, the scenes from what the Skinny Dog had seen and heard in the past two hours appeared in his mind.
It was as if he was taking a quick glance at flowers along the horse's path, all displayed before him.
An Incarnation was essentially a product split from oneself.
