"What kind of technique is the Young Master cultivating?"
In the sparse woods, next to the roasting rack from which only wisps of blue smoke now rose, a scorched-blackened area about ten feet in diameter had appeared where Wu Wang was originally seated.
Xiong San's Adam's apple bobbed. He was about to call out to the Young Master but found that his figure had already departed with the wind, so free and elegant.
There wouldn't be any problem with the meal he ate, would there?
"The Chief! Yes, find the Chief!"
Xiong San shouted and immediately ran toward the clan's settlement, leaving the giant wolf riders to clean up the mess.
That Spirit Beast... it's really potent.
Wu Wang slowly suppressed the surging heat within him, feeling completely invigorated. From time to time, various images would bubble up in his mind.
It's not that they were completely indescribable, just... 'adults only.'
