The Dog’s Fur Wasn’t Brought By The Wind

The rustle of the wind brought the drape of the black bandage to flutter, suffusing the area with an air of darkness. A faint heartbeat could be heard, reverberating within Bu Fang, and it seemed only he could hear it. 

Startled, he looked inadvertently at the black bandage around his arm. It was the remains of the Black Taotie. Could the Beast be still alive? Was that why he heard the sound of its heartbeat? 

Some distance away, an air of terror exuded from Golden Sabre. A turbulent outburst of energy permeated the surroundings, causing the sabre vigor to float around him and release a suppressed and sharp buzzing sound. Golden Sabre was enveloped in his golden armor, his expression indiscernible. Only his blood-red eyes showed an inkling of his anger.