Meanwhile, Zhang Xiaohua threw the small mirror filled with True Qi into the sky, and it so happened that a ray of sunlight shone on the bright mirror surface. Immediately, another almost invisible radiance emerged from the mirror surface and was refracted by the mirror's light, shooting straight towards a distant mountain peak.
However, the speed of this light refraction was extremely fast, only taking a blink of an eye. Zhang Xiaohua held the small mirror in his hand, complaining about his misfortunes, and could not see it at all.
As he was about to pat Huanhuan's horn to make it speed up after putting the small mirror back into his pocket, he heard the sound of horse hooves in front of him.
When Zhang Xiaohua looked up, he saw a cloud of dust rising from the spacious mountain road in the distance. In a moment, the sound of the hooves got closer, and Zhang Xiaohua hurriedly patted Huanhuan's head. The Four-Unlikes was extremely unwilling to give way on the road.
