"Black Mountain!"
Among the secret arts that required perfect coordination with the creature companion, Feng Qing'an instantly thought of Black Mountain. As for Nan's song, which has just struck a pact, it remains unconsidered for now.
"Sending God Skill."
Feng Qing'an's thought fell instantly onto Black Mountain only to discover that the creature seemed dispirited, lying lethargically in the valley facing the sunrise.
"Aren't you interested in seeking out that white wolf?"
Feng Qing'an was astonished since for a while, Black Mountain seemed absolutely fascinated by the little white wolf. Despite his constant reprimands, Black Mountain would insist on watching the wolf imbibe the essence of the moon at the same fixed spot every day.
Last night he gave Black Mountain explicit instructions to search for the white wolf, which ought to have pleased them.
Howl~
Black Mountain let out a sound of grievance, recounting last night's encounters in detail to Feng Qing'an.
