Slumber

Mo Fan gave it a try and found that the Evil Blade was stuck to Zhou Sining's palm like a stubborn plaster. No amount of shaking would dislodge it.

That was just as well. At least the blade wouldn't fall off if the Swift Star Wolf got carried away on the road.

In any case, he had no intention of touching that blade again.

Even after using a precious potion, he still occasionally felt an unpleasant, burning sting in his right hand.

"All right, let's go."

Mo Fan tied Zhou Sining to the Swift Star Wolf's back and made sure he wouldn't fall off when it ran. Only then did he pat the wolf's back beneath him.

"Awoooo!" The Swift Star Wolf raised its head and howled at the sun.

With its flowing fur, it looked strikingly handsome.

"What the hell are you howling for? Get moving! If this guy dies, Mu Nujiao will turn you into a kebab!"

The burning pain had already put Mo Fan on edge. Seeing the Swift Star Wolf showing off without a care for their lives made him burst into curses!

"Whimper..." The Swift Star Wolf let out two aggrieved whines.

It had only wanted to stretch a little and show off...

Before the Swift Star Wolf could break into a gleeful run, a sudden rush of turbulent wind swept toward them from behind.

Mo Fan called for the Swift Star Wolf to stop and looked up.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Beneath the white clouds, turbulent air currents swept rapidly past, carving a sky-blue path through the clouds.

A pair of Wings of Wind slowly appeared against the blue sky. A man wearing a military robe with a pattern completely different from those of Lu Nian and his men beat his wind wings furiously as