There was nothing wrong with wanting to venture out at this time.
However, Braydon Neal's intention in bringing the little fool along was to administer a transcendent-grade spirit pill.
Braydon and the little silly boy departed from the Small Divine City and headed toward the wilderness.
The signs of aborigine activity here were sparse.
Being able to spot the shadows of spirit beasts a hundred miles away from the Small Divine City indicated the hazardous nature of this area.
"Brother, are we heading home?" Luke Yates asked playfully.
"No need to rush. Since we're here, let's not return empty-handed," responded Braydon, intending to exchange spirit herbs for cultivation resources in the Small Divine City.
The white ape trailed behind the two brothers.
Selecting a small hill, Braydon drew the Northern King Sword from his waist and, with a single stab, carved out a hundred-meter-long cave.
