Was the ground so attractive in Bai Chen's eyes that he had been staring at it for several hours now? His palms were also on the ground, so could it be that the ground also felt comfortable under his palms for him to keep touching it?
The sun was shining brightly in the blue sky, and his white robes were drenched in sweat. Even his brown hair was damp, his face was wet, and he looked like he had just fallen into the fish pond in the garden pavilion.
But, he was not that clumsy to fall into the fish pond, and the reason why he was in that state was because of the second rank werewolf named Feng Qingshan. Yes, now he could remember the name of the Sentinel that Ma Qiao had hired to help him prepare for the Beast Hunting Event.
The man's name was Feng Qingshan, and he had such a tall and burly body, and his thick black hair only added to the terrifying features on the man's face.
