The moment Ying Wu's words left her mouth, before Song Wen could respond, the Kui Bull bristled.
Countless arcs of lightning surged around its body. Its bull eyes widened like bronze bells as it glared fixedly at Song Wen, as if saying:
If Song Wen dared sit on its back, it would blast him to ashes at once.
"Smack!"
Ying Wu's palm landed heavily on the bull's head.
"I've told you countless times to be more polite to my husband!" Ying Wu rebuked it, her face covered in frost.
That slap was extremely forceful, making the Kui Bull's cheek tremble.
Song Wen watched with his heart in his throat.
The Kui Bull was, after all, a late ninth-rank divine beast. Treated so roughly, Song Wen truly feared that it might suddenly fly into a rage and kill him and even Ying Wu, its master, on the spot.
Yet what happened next completely dropped Song Wen's jaw.
The lightning coursing over the Kui Bull's body instantly dissipated, and its head slowly lowered.
"Moo!"
The cry was low and trembling, uncannily like the whimpering of a child after being scolded.
The Kui Bull's aggrieved appearance did not soften Ying Wu's heart in the slightest. She turned to Song Wen and said,
"Extreme Yin, get on. It won't dare misbehave again."
After hearing this, Song Wen hesitated for a moment before placing a hand on the Kui Bull's back.
After another two breaths, seeing that the Kui Bull showed no reaction, Song Wen finally swung himself onto its back, wrapping both arms around Ying Wu's slender waist in the process.
The corners of Ying Wu's lips curled slightly upward.
"Niuniu, let's go!"
The Kui Bull immediately transformed into a streak of racing thunder and shot forward.
The Kui Bull was extraordinarily fast,