Three days later, Loa had packed his belongings.
Wuzhui's wings had fully recovered. The high-grade potion had worked better than Loa had expected, and a Dark Nightmare Pegasus's regenerative abilities were far stronger than those of ordinary magical beasts.
Over the past half month, Wuzhui had practiced flying in the courtyard every day. At first, he could only fly a few laps; now, he could fly for more than half a day without getting winded.
He stood in the middle of the courtyard with his wings spread, his jet-black feathers gleaming dark gold in the sunlight.
His dark golden eyes watched Loa calmly, and his tail flicked lightly, as though saying, "I'm ready."
Wangcai stood beside Loa, his tail wagging with excitement.
"The Far East Prairie! Boss, what unique food did you say they had there?"
"I don't know either. We'll find out when we get there." Loa smiled.
Bob stood at the courtyard gate, his arms folded across his chest and a somewhat complicated expression on his face.
"Stay safe," he said. "Don't push your luck."
"Don't worry."
"If you run into something you can't beat, run. Staying alive matters more than anything."
"I know."
"And-" Bob paused. "Come back soon. Mia's still waiting to show you her magic."
Loa nodded and swung himself onto Wuzhui.
Wuzhui gave a low whinny, lifted all four hooves off the ground, and spread his wings. Wangcai stood on his rump and waved a paw at Bob.
Bob stood in the courtyard, watching Wuzhui rise higher and higher, growing smaller and smaller until he became a black speck and disappeared into the horizon.
He stood at the gate for a long time. Only when there was nothing left to see did he turn and go back inside.
Meanwhile, deep in the Magical