Dust billowed on the ancient road.
A gray-and-white Exotic Beast was galloping madly down the path.
It was so fast that a common traveler seeing it from afar would think their eyes were playing tricks on them. By the time they rubbed their eyes, the Exotic Beast would be right in front of them, and before they could even cry out in surprise, it would already be gone.
When they came to their senses and looked for it again, it would be nowhere to be found.
They would be left to wonder if it was all just a dream.
If they were to mention it to others, the story, embellished with each retelling, would likely become another myth or strange tale.
This black-and-white Exotic Beast was, of course, Fang Dabao.
Since leaving Qingping Town, Fang Shuwen hadn't asked Fang Dabao to control its pace. It had been a mad dash straight toward Divine Deer Valley.
It didn't matter whether that letter from Mo Wen would successfully trick Shi Wuya into coming.
