The night was vast and desolate, with stone mountains standing together like menacing giant beasts, their heads raised to the sky, disappearing into the mist.
"Holy Traveler, Your Highness, I'm here!" the Yin Yang Dog shouted.
It wore a mournful expression, utterly in pain, with a piece of its chin missing.
The Yin Yang Dog wanted to curse: Are you blind? I'm the guide, braving life and death in front, and now I've been beaten, didn't you see? This world is not worth it.
Only an old grandmaster shouted for him, and then the newly arrived teams from the Traveler Civilization, World-Dwelling Organization, and Wangsheng yong gathered together, quickly exchanging information.
The old dog felt bitter inside, with his mouth almost "crippled" from the beating, there was indeed no place to speak of its sorrow.
Especially since that Master Zhi Shan looked over again, scaring it so much that its fur stood on end, afraid of receiving another big slap.
