In the forest, Ma Jiu was riding on the back of a Silver Wolf.
This Silver Wolf had a coat of silvery-white fur, which looked extremely beautiful. It was bigger than a typical horse and carried Ma Jiu running as fast as flying, causing Qin Feng, who was running beside them on two legs, to be utterly envious.
He felt somewhat helpless. He had originally thought that having the Spiritual Vulture as a flying riding tool would be enough, but now it seemed he still needed to find another riding tool that could run on the ground.
Otherwise, in times when he couldn't fly in the sky, he couldn't always rely on his legs to travel.
Ma Jiu comfortably sat on the Silver Wolf's back, turned his head to look at Qin Feng, who had pushed his Divine Movement Technique to the limit, his legs moving like windmills, and chuckled, "Junior Brother Qin, would you like to come up and ride with me?"
"Uh... no need."
