The sky was high and the clouds vast. On the official road, a lone figure in a blue robe walked leisurely, stepping over scattered clouds as he went, seemingly unhurried, though his pace was exceedingly fast.
A bulge protruded from his chest, and after a while, a small gray-furred head emerged against the wind, blinking its eyes with the dazed expression of someone just waking.
The man and the dog were none other than Jiang Wang and the little gray dog he had recently adopted.
It wasn't that Jiang Wang enjoyed flying so close to the ground, limiting his own field of vision. But since his injuries had not yet fully healed, and the situation with Equality Country remained unknown, he had no choice but to act discreetly.
In the earlier escape, there had been no time for a close examination of the terrain; he only knew that he had fled southward. It was only after leaving that small town that Jiang Wang realized he had entered Xiang Country.