As night fell, my father had no choice but to spend the night in a dilapidated temple up in the mountain. Yet his little donkey seemed to sense something amiss, stubbornly refusing to step foot inside. It was as if some terrifying donkey-eating monster lurked within.
The weather in the mountains is notoriously fickle. Suddenly, it looked as though a torrential downpour was about to break, leaving an ominous feeling that something major was about to happen.
As it turned out, the Three-Headed Dragon—a demonic dragon who had also been gravely wounded and fallen unconscious—was recovering inside the old temple. What a small world...
Chapter 249