As soon as there was a ripple in space, the figures of Wang Xuan and others appeared within the Immortal Martial Mountain. A wave of his sleeve set the clouds beneath them drifting, and everyone soared on clouds to the Black and White Mountain.
The Golden Turtle lifted its head and said, "Wang Xuan, where's my promised Pure Essence Pill?"
The battles in the Beast Fighting Arena had given it confidence, tempered its will, and sparked a sense of independent survival. It could now boldly spread its wings and fly high.
Of course, if food and shelter are provided, flying isn't that important.
"My promise will naturally be fulfilled." Wang Xuan flicked his fingers, and marble-sized white Pure Essence Pills appeared one after another.
With a flap of its golden wings, the Golden-winged Roc wrapped Yiyi and left, returning to its nest after a day's hustle, just like people return to their beds.
