Sanmao dazedly touched the little flame on its head and looked pitifully at Wang Meng. "Still hungry..."
Wang Meng was like a scholar trying to reason with a soldier; no amount of smooth-talking worked. Sanmao's one trick—being hungry—was all it needed to win every time.
He had no choice but to take out a Spirit Stone and feed it to Sanmao. *Sigh.* 'What was I thinking back then, bringing this glutton with me?'
After flying for half a day, Wang Meng felt something was off. He perched on a small hilltop like a Mountain Eagle, desperately trying to sense the Holy Hall's aura. 'Damn it, couldn't the Cultivation Academy have built the Teleportation Array a little closer?!'
It wasn't until evening that Wang Meng finally saw Thunderlight Peak in the distance.
He only found it because the area was as familiar as it could possibly be; otherwise, Wang Meng could have flown for days without finding his way.
