The night fog was thick, the rain still falling, and the mighty mountain tops were in disarray—multicolored feathers, crimson scales, silver-white broken spines... all stained with blood.
Should any outsider arrive, they would surely be shocked to find the peak littered with an old monster of injurious appearance lying all around.
Qin Ming stood as if engulfed in a golden Fierce Sun, indifferent to the pouring rain, not a drop touching him, as he looked upon his spoils with utmost satisfaction.
"Bring me the Miracle Medicine."
Upon hearing this, Old Donkey immediately shuddered, struggling to rise, disregarding the murderous gaze of Black Roc, it walked over with a piece of pure and flawless crystal, its face full of reverence.
After receiving it, Qin Ming showed a smile. The fist-sized crystal gleamed with a dark radiance; within was a black liquid of potent medicinal properties, seemingly very extraordinary.
