Zhao Sheng retreated several steps, watching the goat in the distance with guarded eyes. Then he suddenly cupped his hands toward it.
The white goat was clearly startled, but it soon began hopping about in delight, the feral gleam in its eyes vanishing in an instant.
With his back against a large tree, Zhao Sheng quickly wrote a line on the ground: "I am Zhao Wuming. Fellow Daoist, are you... Yao Lan?"
"Baa! Baa!" The goat nodded repeatedly in delighted surprise, then raised a hoof and lowered its head to scratch at the ground.
Just then, a savage glint flashed through Zhao Sheng's eyes. Without warning, he sprang up and landed on the goat's back.
The next second, he shot out both hands, clamped them around the goat's head, and twisted with all his strength.
There was a crack. The goat's head turned a full one hundred and eighty degrees. Its eyes stared at Zhao Sheng in utter shock, completely unable to understand why he had struck with such murderous intent.
Smack! The goat's corpse fell to the ground. Threads of smoke suddenly drifted out of its body and swiftly poured into Zhao Sheng.
Zhao Sheng felt comfort wash through his entire body. A warm current abruptly surged into him, and his physique visibly grew stronger.
In the blink of an eye, he shot up from three feet tall to roughly six feet. Muscles bulged all over his body, making him look immensely sturdy and powerful.
Excitement and understanding flashed through Zhao Sheng's eyes. He suddenly clenched his fist and punched the dead tree beside him.
With a bang, a hole five or six inches deep abruptly appeared in the trunk. Dense radiating cracks spread around it, as though it had been struck by an explosive blast.
The next second,