After days of hard travel, Lu Chen hadn't had a good night's sleep.
Now, at last, he felt at ease.
"Little Black, how do you feel about this place?"
He unslung his pack and let the black Jiao snake out from within.
"Sss..."
Little Black nodded and flicked its tongue to convey that the place was safe.
Mythical beasts possess innate intuition and an instinct to seek benefit and avoid harm, even more so than Lu Chen.
"Since that's the case, tonight, I need to practice the Heaven-Breaking Spiritual Method properly. Continue to keep watch for me!"
Lu Chen patted Little Black on the head, then sat on the bed.
Meanwhile.
At the Polar Treasure Meeting, several Martial Artists of the Visceral Refinement Realm were each holding a piece of black scale.
"There's no doubt, these are scales from a black Jiao snake."
During the day, their adherents had found these scales in the inn Lu Chen had stayed in, turned over from the bed.