Li Xiuchang ultimately withdrew the Golden Horn and sat down inside his flying boat.
Lying on the large sofa inside the flying boat, he contentedly stretched.
He had figured it out: mounts were all bullshit.
No matter what kind of mount it was, none could possibly be as comfortable to ride as his flying boat.
Those senior immortals who looked so ethereal and otherworldly—some rode oxen, some elephants, some qilins, and some leopards—but in truth, they were only putting on airs.
Otherwise, why didn't they fly on their own?
No matter how fast a mount flew, it couldn't possibly be faster than its master, except for a few spirit beasts with extraordinary talent for speed.
If they wanted convenience and comfort, they should have gotten a flying treasure like a flying boat or sedan chair.
Li Xiuchang simply didn't believe that the Azure Bull could fly faster than the Grand Supreme Elder Lord.
The only reason Li Xiuchang had wanted a mount was to look imposing. Unfortunately, both of his attempts had failed.
After switching to the flying boat, his travel efficiency improved tremendously, and he soon arrived at the outskirts of Green Cui Mountain.
Green Cui Mountain had no powerful demons. Most of the demons here were Tier 1, and even Tier 2 demons were hard to find, so it posed no danger to Li Xiuchang.
He therefore felt safe releasing Paw Patrol and letting them search for their own clan.
However, when they arrived at the wolves' former habitat, they discovered that the place had long since fallen into ruin. There were no traces of a wolf pack living there.
The Yin-Soul Wolf King immediately changed color.
Their clan would never migrate without reason. Something must have happened!
Li Xiuchang's expression also turned grim. Who had touched his