At the remote outskirts of the city, Feng Jiu slowed Old White and unmounted. Unhurriedly, she carried Little Ball over to a creek up ahead, and Old White laid down on the grass. Rinsing her face off beside the water, she noticed the gentle and refreshing breeze and sat down on the grass. From her sleeve, she pulled out a piece of fruit and began to ate it, looking up to the sky, observing the ripple of the creek. It seemed as if she was waiting for something.
In about half the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, two shadowy figures suddenly approached. After their treacherous gaze fell upon the figure in red, they noticed Old White laying in the grass.
To them, anything that they could not possess would be as good as dead!
Sure, this was only a low-ranking sacred beast, but if they couldn't have it, no one can! What's more, this Old White had kicked them, spoiling their plans. Oh, how they had wished to kill him!
