Early in the morning, while Han Lin was sleeping soundly, Little Divine Dragon started murmuring and crying out, clamoring for food. Feeling a bit sorry for the little fellow, Han Lin tossed a Dragon Beast Core to it, and after eating two pieces, it was full. It lay on the table, listening to the birds chirping outside, and wriggled and turned about itself. This fellow couldn't go a single day without some music to accompany it. As it happened, a disciple next door was playing the flute; the melodious flute notes slowly drifted into his ears—it was truly pleasant.
At this moment, Han Lin remembered that he had an unfulfilled promise to Old Kang. His son had opened an auction house—right, he would go now. "Come on, little fellow, get into my Storage Ring. I've left a space for you inside, and built a nest using Spirit Stones and my clothes. No one will ever be able to find you in there. Besides, if people know you're with me, it will arouse suspicion and pose a threat to us both."
Cangyun Town nestled between Zixiao Mountain and Bishui Town, bathed in bright sunlight with a misty, ethereal feel. Breathing in the fresh spiritual qi gave a truly refreshing sensation. Before long, stepping in his Dragon-Chasing Boots, he traversed Yunxi Valley as if treading on auspicious clouds and riding a dragon. Passing through Zixiao Mountain once more, Cangyun Town lay right ahead—grand and magnificent houses with glazed tiles connected seamlessly with the green mountains, and the volume …
Chapter 40