White Cloud Pasture.
Chen Lin appeared.
"Master!"
Fat Tiger flew over at once and bowed respectfully.
"How is it? Nothing unusual?"
Chen Lin glanced at the flocks of sheep on the grassland and asked.
He still did not know whether these sheep had any value, but he could not afford to lose them. A penalty of one hundred Nightmare Coins per sheep was truly severe. Even with several hundred Nightmare Coins in wages accumulated over the years, he could not bear that cost.
"No, everything is normal."
Fat Tiger answered immediately.
Chen Lin nodded, then looked toward Xiaofang nearby. Sensing his gaze, she turned her head, but did nothing else, merely staring at him mechanically.
Reassured, he flew a circuit around the grassland, then landed before the flock of black sheep and looked at Du Dahai among them.
Du Dahai was grazing, and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it.
When the leader of the black goats saw him approach, he immediately came over and rubbed his head against Chen Lin's thigh affectionately, but Du Dahai still showed no reaction.
He simply kept eating grass, as though it were some exquisite delicacy.
The grass on the plains grew quickly and seemed rich in nutrients. After all these years, Du Dahai had even grown fat.
Chen Lin sighed.
The two of them had discovered this scenario's node together, yet their outcomes were as far apart as heaven and earth. The path of cultivation was truly fraught with countless dangers. However cautious one was, there would always be things one could not foresee.
And a single brush with danger could reduce all one's previous efforts to nothing.
After watching him for a while, Chen Lin's heart stirred, and an idea suddenly arose.
He wanted to see whether he could take Du Dahai out,