"This meow doesn't care. This meow wants to be a tyrant meow! All the finest mounts in the world must obey me wholeheartedly." Miaomiao's eyes lit up.
"You're too naive. Those pretty top-tier mounts, you may only 'sit' on them, but the one who truly 'rides' them is Li Tianming! He'll be the one enjoying it in the end." Yinghuo snickered.
"Go die! Heaven's law will sooner or later punish you, you scheming chicken!"
Li Tianming got himself a cloak, wrapped himself up tightly, and quietly passed through the front hall of the Battle Dao Hall before entering the rear hall.
In the front hall, the disciples of Myriadpath Valley were all seriously selecting realm missions, so no one paid him any attention.
Besides, most of the people here were young disciples. They were all young and liked to be unconventional, each dressed in bizarre and strange fashions. There were all kinds of ghosts and gods as well. With Li Tianming draped in a cloak and a purple scarf Zi Zhen had given him wrapped around his neck to cover his face, he did not stand out at all.
"That scarf of yours is kind of effeminate." Xianxian said enviously.
"Oh." Li Tianming nodded.
"Can you tie it around your leg?" Xianxian widened her eyes and began acting cute.
Sure enough, it had its eye on it.
"If I tied it around my leg, I'd look even more like a pervert."
Li Tianming could not be bothered with it. Through Silver Dust, he knew that Huang Dao Saint and the others still did not know he was in the Battle Dao Hall this time, so he had to seize the time to select a suitable battle art.
"You won't give it to me? Hmph!"
A sharp pain shot through his