Facing the gentle morning breeze, Zhang Yuan rode the Gray-toothed Lynx, galloping along the official road leading to West Plain City.
No urging was needed; the profound beast, connected to Zhang Yuan's mind, sprinted forward with all its might, like a whirlwind passing by the side of a caravan.
It stirred up cries of astonishment!
When the caravan's guards came to their senses, they could only see the dust swirling in the distance.
As they neared the city gate, Zhang Yuan slowed the Gray-toothed Lynx to avoid causing greater commotion.
In fact, he often rode the profound beast in and out of Dao City, making the Gray-toothed Lynx's fame known everywhere.
The majority of citizens in the city were no longer surprised by it.
But with many merchants traveling to and from the West Plain, Zhang Yuan still tried his best to minimize the trouble he caused.
As for the three hundred Daoist Soldiers he led earlier, they had long been left far behind by Zhang Yuan.
