บท 829: The Legend of The Dragon Vein

"Didn't you not understand wolf language?" Ye Qingtang looked at the little white tiger.

After hearing that, the little white tiger said, "You can guess by looking at its lowly appearance."

Ye Qingtang did not say anything and sat on the silver wolf's back gently.

The moment Ye Qingtang sat on the silver wolf, it stood up and immediately turned into a silver shadow. In just the blink of an eye, it disappeared completely without a trace, leaving behind an ownerless horse that looked ahead in bewilderment.

"F*ck. I never thought that this fellow's speed would be so fast, although his skills are only so-so." The little white tiger crouched on Ye Qingtang's left shoulder and said after sensing the silver wolf's speed.

Even if an ordinary Yin Yang Perfected Lord put in all his might, he might not be able to keep up with the silver wolf's running speed.