"Steel Sword."
Gangbao called out, indicating understanding, then flapped its wings, controlling its speed and flying steadily forward.
The biting cold wind swept in, yet Qiao Sang didn't feel the piercing chill; instead, she felt a bit refreshed, clearing her slightly groggy head significantly.
As they delved deeper into the icy territory, the three rings of the Qingfeng Compass spun ever more vigorously.
In the meantime, Lubao poked its head out from the backpack and cast a Healing Light on both Qiao Sang and Gangbao.
"Help, help!"
It was unclear how much time had passed when suddenly a heart-wrenching cry for help came from below.
Qiao Sang heard the voice, her heart tensed, and she patted the back of Gangbao.
Immediately, Gangbao understood, flapping its wings and flying toward the source of the voice.
Soon, a frantic, fleeing, blue lion-type Pet Beast came into view, with a pale, terrified man riding on its back.
