The mountain breeze gently brushed by, and the bright moon hung high in the sky.
Silver light poured down like a satin veil, draping a gleaming luster over the winding mountain path.
An elder with gray hair and beard rode a wild ox backwards, leisurely sipping from a wine flask now and then.
The wild ox stopped three feet before Qin An, its large, bell-like eyes sizing up the young man before it, and surprisingly, it spoke human words.
"Old thing, we've reached the place. This young fellow seems like a good seedling."
Feeling the evil qi emanating from the wild ox, Qin An's fingers tightened slightly, and his black blade was already drawn three inches: "Pseudo-God."
The wild ox was no demon but a Pseudo-God, and moreover, one at the Returning to Storage Realm.
Pseudo-Gods are all forms born from thoughts, and this wild ox was undoubtedly not an animal turned spiritual, but rather a thought condensed.
Adding the elder's power, Qin An faced two Returning to Storage entities.
