Resting

After everything his spirit was quite weak and he urgently needed to rest. His mind flashed the image of the cute red flame horse.

While he was leaving the sect to reduce conspicuousness, he didn't take Little Flame along so that he could avoid drawing too much.

However, considering his current exhausted state, he felt he should have brought it earlier as a support. Everyone saw the brave, domineering and courageous Xiao Ming just now simply because he was a good actor with maximum tenacity and endurance towards battle pressure.

If anyone else happened to be in his shoes and had Xiyu constantly popping energy to their meridians, they would have blown up like an inflated balloon a long time ago.

Xiao Ming on one hand was naturally exceptional and he even had the Ancient Dao Body that was a mystical physique. It was easy for him to press on and forge ahead while maintaining the steely facade of being unfazed while fighting.