"Where are you running off to!?"
With his portly steed clad in fearsome armor, his hair fluttering in the wind, and his face covered by the enchanting maiden’s mask—Miao Yi charged alone, wrapped in battle armor from head to toe. He held the Inversed-Scales Spear in his hand, as he chased after the Mount Shaotai cultivator that sounded the alarm.
The rest of the steeds behind him had been left in the dust. Their mounts had no way of keeping up with Charcoal’s full speed.
Relying on Charcoal’s superior leg strength, he finally caught up to the fleeing cultivator. Dragon roars boomed as his triple-edged spearhead grazed the ground and struck forth.
That cultivator was deathly pale in fear. Even though the enemy had a mask on, he didn’t have any trouble recognising that this was the infamous, and brutal East Arrival Cave Master at first glance. There was no one else in the two Manors besides him who donned armor such as this.
