"How much longer..."
Tang San casually tossed the fruit pit he had gnawed clean onto the ground and asked somewhat helplessly.
His stomach was still empty. He grew hungrier as he walked, and no amount of fruit helped.
On top of that, the Evil Ghost Wolf had led him on a winding route for ages. Tang San's patience had long since worn almost completely thin.
He glanced sideways at the Evil Ghost Wolf, who was still amusing itself beside him, chasing its own wildly swinging tail.
A hint of doubt creased his brow.
"Lord Wolf, you haven't gotten the route wrong, have you?"
The Evil Ghost Wolf immediately took offense. It stopped, puffed out its chest, and raised its head arrogantly.
"Gotten the route wrong? What do you know, little fellow! I've lived seventy thousand years! I'm practically a living map! I know every route as well as you know how to breathe!"
But its show of composure immediately betrayed its guilty conscience to Tang San.
He stared at it with dull eyes. He couldn't help it; he was too tired and hungry to put any life into them.
His stare unnerved the Evil Ghost Wolf, and it quietly shrank back its neck.
But it quickly caught itself. How could a mighty seventy-thousand-year Soul Beast let a seven-year-old child frighten it!
So it said, fierce outside but timid within, "It's just... it's just that the earth energy here in the Earth Vein Rift is heavy and easily obscures the paths. Going a little slower is perfectly normal. We're almost there."
Tang San curled his lips at its stubborn bluster and couldn't be bothered to expose it.
The route was in its mouth, after all. Wherever it told them to go, they could only follow.
Tang San drew a deep breath,