The Glacio Rider, whom Ling An had killed and summoned, now answered his call, turning into a streak of golden light and vanishing into the Gourd.
Ling An laughed, a surge of triumph rising in his heart.
For all the Fake Taoist's careful scheming, he had never imagined that Ling An would reap the rewards.
The miniature Terminal in his hands was now a small Tacet Field he could deploy!
From now on, whenever he encountered low-level Tacet Discords, he only needed to suck them into the Gourd.
A Tacet Field was a place that housed Tacet Discords, after all.
As for the high-level ones, he could beat them up before absorbing them.
With a Magic Treasure in hand, the world was his for the taking.
He alone was an entire army of Tacet Discords.
If anyone foolish enough picked a fight, he could summon his minions to give them a beating.
Someone genuinely capable might assume summoning minions was his only trick and close in, hoping to take down the leader first.
Ling An would show them what brutality really meant.
Ling An put away his precious Gourd, hoisted the still-unconscious Chixia onto his shoulder, and called softly:
"Bike, come!"
Crimson Gold Flowing Flame swept out, and a Motorcycle wreathed in flames materialized.
Ling An couldn't help marveling. Buddy, your Motorcycle really is handy.
Ling An settled Chixia in front of him and sped toward Jinzhou City.
Suddenly, Chixia's brows knitted. "Hiss-"
Ling An froze, then hurriedly asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
Chixia's eyes remained tightly shut, but she seemed considerably more lucid as she complained pitifully, "It's burning my butt."
Ling An stared blankly at the flames burning on the Motorcycle, speechless for a long time.
The next day, at Pan Hua Restaurant.
Chixia slumped