The sound of hooves gradually intensified like rolling thunder.
Qilin A San seemed to enjoy the feeling of kicking up dust along the way. In the world of floating immortal mountains within the Demon Altar, he couldn't experience this, which showcased the influence of his hooves.
In short, he was running faster and faster.
Shi Chun, wielding a large knife slanted at the side, couldn't allow it to reveal its strength right away. He patted its back and warned, "Slow down, slow down, don't run too fast."
A San turned his head and said, "Master, isn't it good to run fast to get you there quickly? A thousand miles, ten thousand miles, A San will carry you!"
The hooves were running with joy, just starting to enjoy it when he was asked to stop. It felt unsatisfactory.
