Xiao Xian wiped his forehead with the back of his hand when he dismounted from the White Flood Dragon, soaking his entire hand.
"Little master, you were too reckless just now. How could you confront them directly? What if you had encountered an opponent? That would have been troublesome," Little White Jiao thought afterward, his scales bristling.
This was Xiao Xian's first confrontation, and his opponent was a mysterious, unknown bird.
Xiao Xian was not unaware of the dangerous situation just then. In this world, there are as many strange occurrences as in the Yunteng World. What on earth was that thing just now?
"It's getting late, little master. You should go back to rest. Otherwise, if your two companions find out, it would be trouble," said Little White Jiao as he soared into the sky. The dark night was about to end, and a streak of light appeared in the eastern sky.
