True Saint on the Move

"Shh!"

In an instant, the Mysterious Mobile Phone silenced Wang Xuan. Then the golden vortex vanished, silently carrying him away and erasing all traces from where he had stood.

"What happened?" Although he was hidden in an unknown space, Wang Xuan still sensed that something was wrong. The atmosphere felt somewhat strange.

"The lapdog is here," the Mysterious Mobile Phone told him. It assumed the pose of one contemplating life, hazy light flowing from it as it remained motionless in silence.

"The pack of heavenly dogs around Ling Qingxuan?" Wang Xuan asked.

"No, a True Heavenly Dog. A very formidable dog," the Mysterious Mobile Phone replied. It was still contemplating life. A great many photographs appeared on its screen, flashing past like fleeting shadows.

They looked like fragments of eras it had once recorded. There was a dog among them, every figure blurred and gone in a flash.

"Strange. This is the True Saint Dojo—Suspended Ridge. Why did it come here? Why did it pass through this place?" the Mysterious Mobile Phone said.

"Is it powerful?" Wang Xuan asked.

The Mysterious Mobile Phone said, "A Super Contraband Item. Its nose has a special structure, the finest in the Supernatural Great Universe. A moment of carelessness, and it will catch your scent. Very troublesome. It may track us down. It's truly dog-like!"

Wang Xuan: "..."

He was both alarmed and shaken, utterly unsure what to say. A Super Contraband Item—and one with such unbelievable tracking abilities.

That was rather horrifying. He absolutely did not want to come face-to-face with such a terrifying monster. If it remembered his scent, the consequences would be unthinkable.

"I've never heard of a dog among the Super Contraband Items," Wang Xuan said, wanting to learn more.

The Mysterious Mobile Phone snapped out of its reverie. "Era