|| Chapter 145 || Drawing On a Rock
Where is he?
Swallowing hard, he felt the dryness in his throat. The interior of his clenched hands felt hot and sweaty as he held on to Snow's fur. Because of the harsh wind as Snow sped up, silvery strands fell on his face but he was too worried to even bother with it. With the hopes of finding Lord Hadrian, silver eyes darted around the areas they would swiftly pass by. However, there was not a trace of the golden-eyed man.
Dread filled Moulin's chest.
Slithering and catching up to the Snow-white mystic beast were numerous snake-human creatures. Their threatening forms looked terrifying. Their strong tails swiftly moved on the ground as if gliding. Fast and treacherous. Muscles bulged with explosive strength and the spear within their hands glinted with threat. It was the naga leader and his son who led the tribesmen to aid their companion, a maeruthan with remarkable silver eyes.