a month later.

Ning Qi exuded the aura of a peak fighter, holding the dragon-slaying sword, his sharp eyes glanced around, and the smell of blood mixed with the stench came to his face. Ning Qi was used to this smell and did not feel any discomfort.

Where he looked, there was no sign of the plague dragon mouse, which meant that the plague dragon mouse on the periphery had been cleaned up by him.