Su Mo quickly put down the mount catalog he was holding.
Honestly, those things up there—he couldn't afford the ones he liked, and the ones he could afford, he had no interest in.
But after looking so many times, there's one place he firmly remembered: the southwest border, Mist Forest Dungeon.
It seemed like most of these mounts all came from that dungeon.
Su Mo figured he wasn't asking for much—just a random Gold-ranked, boss-level mount would do.
As for looks, something like a Golden-Winged Heaven-Swallowing Tiger or a unicorn would be totally acceptable.
If it turned out to be a wild boar, he might as well just sell it for cash. Just picturing himself riding a wild boar into battle—even the thought made him cringe.
I mean, him being this invincible defense beast, swinging a Guan Saber, a true badass—if he rode in on a wild boar, what would that look like?
The salesperson handed him a tablet, pulled up some info, and said, "Sir, how about this skill?"
