A Meeting

White Cloud Mountain Range.

A streak of pale-purple light shot through the clouds, accompanied by the faint rumble of wind and thunder.

Before long!

The pale-purple streak shot out of the White Cloud Mountain Range and flew toward some unknown destination.

Two hours later.

The pale-purple streak crossed the border of the Jin Kingdom.

Sitting cross-legged on Little Roar's back, Cheng Buzheng looked down at the somewhat familiar terrain, scene after scene rising in his mind.

A moment later.

The pale-purple streak changed direction and swooped diagonally downward.

A pale-purple glow crashed down into a deep mountain gorge.

Boom!

A gale swept through.

Dust billowed.

The light faded, revealing an Exotic Beast with a pair of wings growing from its ribs and fine scales covering its entire body. A handsome young cultivator sat on its back.

The young cultivator flickered and landed on the ground. He looked over the gorge, unfamiliar yet familiar, and studied it thoughtfully.

Just then, Little Roar gave a few soft growls toward him, its eyes full of an almost humanlike longing.

Seeing this.

Cheng Buzheng smiled and patted Little Roar on the head. "Don't wander too far. Just play nearby!"

As soon as he finished speaking.

In the blink of an eye, Little Roar turned into a streak of light and vanished.

After sensing that Little Roar hadn't gone far, Cheng Buzheng paid it no further attention.

This place was remote, with sparse spiritual energy. No cultivators would come here.

Even if one did, they'd be small fry, no threat to Little Roar. Any cultivator strong enough to threaten it wouldn't attack once they saw it was a spirit beast.

After all, spirit beasts always had masters. No one would offend a cultivator of unknown strength over a single Exotic Beast.

Besides, Cheng Buzheng was