"Chirp, chirp." The Cloudwing Beast grinned, then perched on Qin Hao's shoulder and swiped a claw forward with an impressive show of force.
Rip.
Spatial Fluctuations rippled. Under that swipe, the space ahead seemed ready to tear open, giving off a faint ripping sound.
"Huh?"
Qin Hao was surprised.
That swipe was far more powerful than before. If Little One had once been able to handle a warrior at the Saint Martial Realm First Layer, then even a grandmaster at the Saint Martial Realm Second Layer would now be no match for him.
Not only that, Qin Hao could clearly sense that the Cloudwing Beast had reached the verge of a breakthrough.
"It shouldn't be long before he breaks through to Level Four and rivals a Saint Martial Grandmaster."
A smile appeared on Qin Hao's face. The stronger the Cloudwing Beast became, the more help he would be to Qin Hao. Besides, Qin Hao had long regarded him as a friend.
"Chirp." The Cloudwing Beast gave a soft cry and smiled too.
"Let's go to the Plaza." Qin Hao smiled and headed out of the guest room.
In the Inn's ground-floor hall.
Fang Lang's brows were tightly knit, worry flickering across his face.
Influenced by Qin Hao, Fang Lang had not wasted the past three days either. He had trained hard, and his strength had clearly improved.
Most noticeably, his cultivation had reached the True Martial Realm Eighth Layer. His Second-Order Earth-Hiding Domain had also risen faintly, reaching the peak of Second-Order.
Yet despite his improvement, Fang Lang still felt as though he were sitting on pins and needles. He kept glancing outside the Inn.
The Inn stood on a street beside the Plaza, and he could see what was happening outside from here.
The Plaza was packed with surging