"Moo moo moo!"
On top of Pudaxue Mountain,
a group of Cold-Biting Oxen were mooing non-stop at a fellow ox that had accidentally tumbled down a steep slope, their bodies surging with Cold Breath.
These were much friendlier than the oxen near Xuanhe Village, which only knew how to bully their own kind.
But the problem now was how to rescue this unfortunate Cold-Biting Ox?
Chen Yuan bent down, observing carefully below, lost in thought.
The Cold-Biting Ox was on a rare flat stretch of the steep slope, pressed tightly against the snow, trembling uncontrollably with fear.
A slight move forward could cause it to slip down.
The rescue operation was of utmost urgency, not a second could be wasted.
Chen Yuan couldn't help but glance at Spark, eyes thoughtful.
Could Spark bring that Cold-Biting Ox up?
Spark's grip has always been strong, having rescued a Star Moon Deer that fell off a cliff long ago, not to mention its strength now is nothing like before.
