Fan Xinglai left.
Liang Qu took his place, running to the stable to cut grass and feed Crimson Mountain, stroking its neck to dispel the estrangement of half a month of separation.
"Truly robust."
Crimson Mountain's fur was like blazing flames, glossy and sleek. As it lowered its head, the muscle lines were smooth, and its mane naturally fell.
Liang Qu took out Green Wolf from his waist, cut his finger, squeezed out a bit of blood, spread it evenly, and with three fingers together, drew a "water" character.
A red light flashed, and the fresh blood seeped into the skin.
After a long while.
No psychic link appeared in his sea of consciousness.
Still no use.
Can't control it.
Liang Qu wasn't annoyed; he had prepared himself for failure.
"I wonder if this time's meritorious deeds could earn Crimson Mountain an Upgrading Elixir. Then I'd try again."
Dragonblood Horses are of the sixth grade, symbols of status and honor.