At the edge of the Tagor Desert, within an unnamed mountain range.
Xiao Fan put away the bottle of companion amethyst source in his hand and gently tapped the Seven-Colored Little Snake before him with his index finger. Three days had passed since he had parted ways with Yao Lao and the others.
Since they had been evading the Snake-People Tribe's powerful fighters, they had left Tagor by the nearest stretch of desert border. Xiao Yan and Yao Lao had hurried back to Stone Desert City, while Xiao Fan had chosen not to accompany them.
The three-year agreement was not far off anyway, and they would meet again in the Imperial Capital then. Xiao Yan and Yao Lao had said nothing about it; after all, his senior brother had always been shrouded in mystery.
Thus, after parting ways there, Xiao Fan had headed toward Desert City. Traveling from Desert City to the Imperial Capital would be convenient when the time came. Besides, with the Iron Cavalry Mercenary Group there, it was a suitable place to cultivate. Perhaps he could use this time to break through to Da Dou Shi in Desert City.
Unexpectedly, halfway there, the Medusa he had brought along-no, she should be called Shasha now, at least that was what Xiao Fan called her, though he had no idea whether Medusa would beat him to death when she woke-had already digested the companion amethyst source he had fed her earlier and awakened. Xiao Fan had no choice but to feed her another small half-bottle.
Watching the Seven-Colored Little Snake sway her head as though drunk, Xiao Fan gently bounced a finger against the top of her head, then let her coil around his arm again and fall asleep.
Just as he was about to put away the companion