The last rays of the sunset could no longer reach into the valley, filling Wyvern Valley with shadows. The wyverns flew in the darkness, emitting noisy screeches.
Mantou's actions grew more skilled, almost becoming muscle memory. He climbed the steep rock walls and quickly found the wyvern, which was already close to exhaustion, again.
"Roar—"
The wyvern, upon seeing the troublesome human coming again, let out a strained screech and flapped its wings, preparing to leave. But it was too fatigued to take off properly.
"You think you can still run?"
"Hehehe, stop struggling. Just let me ride you already."
Mantou's face showed a lewd smile as the lasso in his hand, like an automatic tracker, precisely looped around the wyvern's long neck.
"Roar..."
This time, the wyvern didn't expend much energy struggling, only letting out a wail as Mantou tightened the lasso and easily mounted its back.
Were it not for the scales protecting its neck, blood might have been drawn by the lasso.
