This mountain range isn't particularly large, yet the three of them searched for more than a month, turning it inside out three times, but still failed to find any trace of the old hen.
In over two years, that foolish chicken could have run to any place.
At the top of the mountain, Zhou Qing sat quietly above the sea of clouds, silent and contemplative.
Speaking of which, although that old hen seemed not very smart, it had been his companion ever since the Five Sects Treasure Exchange Gathering, from when he started his Qi Condensation cultivation.
At the time he bought it from a vendor, who would have thought it would become such a longing sentiment today?
Now he had brought it to this unfamiliar and dangerous land but lost track of it...
Thinking that it might be foolishly being chased by cultivators or hunted by a demon beast made Zhou Qing's heart ache.
"Whoosh, whoosh—"
Two figures descended, it was Luo Lingling and the Ghost Mastiff.
