The autumn sky looked extraordinarily clear. The air was also a lot cooler.
There were not many people going up the hill at this hour. It was very quiet on the mountain roads. Wang Yao walked a little quicker as well.
His footsteps felt a bit strange. This was the type of footstep recorded in Quan Jing. It may have felt strange, but he was moving extremely fast. In his body, his breath was like a surging river.
Unknown to him, his speed became faster and faster. The dust was blowing under his feet. Wherever he passed by, the shape of a dragon was formed.
On the hill, it was even more refreshing in the Spirit-gathering battle array.
"San Xian?"
Lying in its kennel, the dog turned its head to have a look and it ignored Wang Yao.
"What's going on?"
Wang Yao smiled and went over to stroke San Xian's head.
"Hey, what's this?!"
He was surprised to find an egg under the dog's stomach in its kennel. The egg was intact.