Gu An showed off his newly acquired mount, provoking the disciples into groping the Blood Prison Great Sage all over. It left him feeling deeply stifled, but because he feared Gu An, he could only endure it in silence.
Even Chu Jingfeng, who spent years practicing swordsmanship on the mountaintop, came over to watch the excitement. He had seen all kinds of mounts, but this was his first time seeing a bull like this. It looked imposing; its pair of horns were enormous, and when the hair on its body drifted in the wind, it was like flames swaying.
After lingering in Mystic Valley for half an hour, Gu An took the Blood Prison Great Sage back to Third Medicine Valley.
He planned to bring the Blood Prison Great Sage with him wherever he went from now on, so long as it was around the Taixuan Sect.
Nowadays, there were more and more cultivators in the Taixuan Sect, and one could actually see figures riding mounts in the sky.
The disciples of Third Medicine Valley were likewise very interested in the Blood Prison Great Sage. The Blood Prison Great Sage was astonished by the spiritual energy of this medicine valley. Such a level of spiritual energy was not often seen even in the Spirit World, which made him feel a faint trace of anticipation for the life to come.
Since he had come, he might as well settle in!
After only one night, that thought was replaced by rage.
This medicine valley had an insanely fat old mouse. It was motherfucking infuriating!
He was dozing downstairs when the White Spirit Mouse sucked a mouthful from his rear, shocking him so badly that his whole body jolted. As a Great Sage who had roamed an entire world unmatched, how could he