Li Xiangping raised his head to look toward the distant mountains at that moment, but on the mountaintop erupted the neighing of a horse. A steed, utterly black without a hint of another color, was joyfully galloping with hooves barely touching the ground, moving forward on the uneven terrain—surprisingly, it was a demonic beast with a Qi Refining Level.
The black hooves lightly stepped in the mud and then took off into the air, the rider clad in leather armor without any bone or Jade Stone decorations, appearing as a living person.
Ganixi gently patted the head of his old companion and, squeezing his legs around its belly, turned to gaze down at the village below the mountain.
